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To mangle up a quote from explorer Wilfred Noyce, Fat White Family are like a desert, they either fascinate or appall you. I mean, it’s hard to ignore a band who have made rock feel dangerous again, mainly by treading the border between gender politics and simultaneously flirt with fascism. On the other hand though, there’s always the feeling that the only thing that lies beyond the confrontational attitude and militaristic outfits is a fairly run of the mill indie rock band.
The South London ensemble have been peddling their mixture of glam rock, punk and scuzzy psychedelia for a couple of years now, and the slow graduation from the Brixton Windmill to deputy festival headliner (they go on before St. Vincent) has been like a sprinter converting to a marathon runner. Luckily, this evening at End of the Road is a reminder of how great of a live band they can be. Strolling onto the spacious Woods Stage just as the sun just starts to dip below the horizon, they are at their pulsating, chaotic best.