There have been a lot of words written about Holy Fuck’s music but trying to convey something so physical via text is always a challenge. Because this Canadian band aren’t trying to tell you something, they’re dropping you into it. Head first. No matter how visceral your language, the corporeal effect of their music is often lost in translation. When you’re at a Holy Fuck gig, you’re also inside it. Their set at ATP of the most energising, exciting, mind-blowing live performances I’ve experienced in a long while. They’re also bloody nice guys. Read my interview with Holy Fuck for Dummy mag here.