Klaxons freak out

[August Brown thinks that guest blogging is MDM-azing.]

Eraserhead hairdos? Shrieking feedback? The notion that a British guitar rock band can be truly dangerous? We got all that Friday with Jesus and Mary Chain, and we got it again today with Klaxons, who absolutely murdered the Mojave tent and announced themselves as the Reid Brothers' most likely heirs. Yes, yes, we know we're feeding the hype machine, but good god Klaxons deserve it this time.

The X'ed out teenagers packing glowsticks and candy bracelets in their native England were replaced by a filthy and rabid crowd pogoing with their jaws on the floor and hands in the air. The trio (with a hired-gun live drummer) tore through the hits off their debut "Myths of the Near Future" with a maniacal brashness equal parts PiL and actual pills. "Atlantis To Interzone" churned with grimy basslines and don't-take-the-brown-acid caterwauling, while Jamie Reynolds and Simon Taylor traded deapan bon mots on the steely, propulsive single "Magick."

Like the JAMC, Klaxons' little secret is that they're actually whip-smart tunesmiths, and shimmering pop turns like "Golden Skans" and an ace cover of old-rave staple "Not Over Yet" suggested they have a long future after this faux-techno kick dies down.

"Thank you for making special for us," their swaggering, sweaty bassist Reynolds said.

"For that, we give you this," and lunged into another ferocious electro-punk freakout. Say it as loud as an air raid siren: Klaxons just killed it.

Photo by August Brown / LAT.