Le Shiv are a blister hot branding iron just come out of the fire on the path to searing the eardrums and bass drums and every last bastion of six string sinners from Sydney to the City of Angels, terms and conditions need not apply sunscreen, son of a filth-sand beach will you ever find a band that eschews eccentricities reeking of The Flaming Lips and theatricality reeling of Queen, such is the raw deal, reek n reel will never die; so say the collective we of wee thought and greater jab, for that's all that's left and right of us until, of course, Pencil, Mossy, and Jarleth - less jar, more lisp - plug in and the music plays.