Chik Budo remind me of the bit in The Lost Boys where the greased up, topless muscle guy wails on the sax whilst everyone's having a sexy eighties party. If that's not enough to convince you why they should be your favourite band, then I'm not sure what is! Since the last time I saw them the band seem to have lost a saxophonist, leaving one loan reedsman to wail into the night. They've lost none of their party spirit however and wrench out a sound akin to The Gossip's rhythm section raised on a steady diet of Talking Heads' Remain In Light. Whilst the "such and such mixed with so and so" review shtick is getting old; I wasted my best comparison in the first line - what more do you want from me?! Throughout their set the band does not stop smiling or moving. Neither does this appreciative, and by now very sweaty, Dot To Dot crowd.