The Reytons, Deaf Institute. 14th March 2020

I needed something great to follow Art Brut. A hop over to the always awesome Deaf Institute saw The Reytons deliver, “‘Ere we fucking GO” bellows the singer and bang, the room erupts in a cauldron of fists as the entire floor explodes. Fine they’re a direct clone of early Arctic Monkeys, but they bloody nail it. I don’t know the words, but I’m in the minority as the kids (there’s a lot of kids) sing, bounce and go mental from start to finish. Deaf’s walls drip with sweat as the heat rises and I’m thankful I’m wearing just that Art Brut shirt. They ooze confidence for a band that’s not yet released an album, but the tunes are short, sharp, designed to go nuts to. It’s bedlam as the band guzzle water and power on through a blistering set that takes no prisoners. Never mind not touching your face, after an hour in here, everyone knows everyone else very well. The kiss of fresh air as we leave is glorious, The Reytons aren’t anywhere near replacing Art Brut in my heart, but they’ve gotta be one of the hottest bands around right now.