Like all great bands, Fat White Family look like trouble. This south London six-piece's natural habitat is the pub and the squat, and it shows: the last band to emerge, blinking into the light, looking quite so scuzzy and heroically worn around the edges would have been the Libertines.

They came to the disapproving attention of elements of the media earlier this year, when they draped a banner proclaiming "The Bitch Is Dead" from their Brixton pub HQ to celebrate the death of Margaret Thatcher, but this anarchic collective are far more than mere controversialists. Their debut album, Champagne Holocaust, marks them down as a brilliantly bilious rock'n'roll band, alive with scabrous wit and tension.

Live, little about their fervent, ramshackle racket is original, but they are still unconscionably thrilling. Yobbish frontman Lias Saudi, shirtless before their first song even reaches its chorus, hurls himself into the mutant blues of Auto Neutron or Hot Wet Beef as if settling deeply held personal grudges; Heaven on Earth throbs with the feral, malign intent of the Birthday Party.