The Kills return to the live arena with a short set to plug latest offering ‘No Wow’. Still employing no-one but three samplers and the truth they keep the amphetamine-fuelled Velvet Undergroundisms of debut ‘Keep on your Mean Side’ but seem to have veered in a more abstract direction. Without a hippy ethos to rebel against (like their spiritual forefathers the VU) they instead turn their distaste to traditional band schematics, eschewing bass and drums in favour of machines and atmospherics. Whispers become screams, fractured drum lines splice in between tortured angular anti-melodies while Alison and Jamie (they’ve finally dropped the faintly ridiculous monikers) wax lyrical about dark decadence, sexual frustrations and the like. The most thrilling thing about the Kills has always been the sense of underlying lust, and this only truly manifests itself live. The bubbling tension between the two more than once threatens to spill over into an X-rated show of flailing limbs and ecstatic yelps but same as always, they keep ya hangin’ on... but with a show like that I don’t mind waiting.