Considering quite a few local bands plain and simply can't be arsed to go beyond the old verse-chorus-verse-chorus formula, I was highly interested to see the results when one comes along and exercises the patience and dedication to write something so complex that it's almost mathematic. And without the slightest bit of exaggeration, Spatch...? demonstrated musical complexity that was, well, algebraic. Despite there being only three members tonight due to the second guitarist still being in training, the band kicked up quite a noise nonetheless. Combining incredibly fast paced SikTh-like guitar work and some pretty obscure drumming and time signatures remniscent of Meshuggah's Tomas Haake, they succeed in crafting something that is as musically intelligent as it is intense, provoking a fair few slampits on the way. The breakdown infested song 'Jazz Tits' was a particular favourite of mine, demonstrating some tight-as-(insert animal and any given orifice here) musicianship and the band's apparent ability to share the same brain. Upon the inevitable end of their set, I realised that the band should be respected simply for the fact that they are universally respectable, for their way of complicating what most will simplify - whether it be to fans of Norma Jean or Wyclef Jean, or Aphex Twin.