(Parts about other bands clipped)

I was pushing my way through a crowd of screaming flat-tops when Fuzzbox set up and nearly blew all their fuses. What wise man was it who played X-Ray Spex before they came on? These opening seconds were anarchy, no gal in tune, in time, in the same universe as another. But oh, when the swapping started, when vix shook her sparkling cleopatra mane and Jo started throwing Van Halen shapes, something gelled, something perfect.

The Fuzzbox charm isn't that they all can't play. The fuzzbox fiasco is that, under the blasting box, there are some petit punk epics happily poised between taking the piss and poking your eyes out. "Rules and Regulations", the bouncing finale was fraught as it was funny, a hurting hollor.

As for the rest: "Spirit in the Sky", all jerky and Devo, showed The Medics for the career charlatans they so obviously are, the acapella "Tutti Frutti" was pretty snarly and tough and the climactic "Rockin' with Rita" was sublime rehearsed spontaneity, the whole package back onstage and grooving.

But a wicked new unFuzzed number called "Wait and See" aside, it was "Da Doo Ron Ron" that brought tears to my eyes: "I met him on a monday and my heart stood still/Da Doo Ron Ron Da Doo Ron Ron/And somebody said his name was Martin Degville...Oh, he looked so fine/Oh, and his fishnets are mine/Oh, and when he walked me home/I told him I'd rather go alone."

Sisters really doin' it for themselves. Disconcerting. Bliss.