Fehm from Leeds, well, what can I say? They, like an intoxicating elixir after a shit day, went down an absolute fuckin’ treat at Live at Leeds this year , Frontman Paul Riddle (a perfect surname for the gothic menace emitted in their set) and his troupe offered the most fitting prelude; with Riddle, wielding the mic rather than holding it, pacing the stage like a man possessed occasionally returning to a solitary synth to spew out sounds I can only liken to Transylvanian myth. Baring that in mind, I wouldn’t be surprised at all if FEHM draw a lot of influence from ‘Bela Lugosi’s Dead’ architects Bauhaus.’
This Leeds four piece FEHM are fronted by a pacing madman and are the best thing I’ve seen in so long. Sickly sharp lyrics sting like a slap and are paired with 1950s sic-fi style synth, a soothing compliment to the pounding baselines that string together this kaleidoscopic masterpiece. ‘Macrocosm’ is a menacing three minutes of prickly post punk, an un-ignorable offering to the ever flourishing local music scene and one of many more to come I’m sure. Towards the end of their set a girl faints, the reason is unknown, but for the sake of keeping things interesting we’ll say it is because the band were just that good.
The Fat Angel Sings 