The title says it all. Formed in 2008 and retired nine years later, only to rise from the grave just before lockdown, Black Spiders are as dependable as death, taxes and Tory scandals. A pair of albums into phase two, their sound remains dark, gnarly, detuned and powerful as fuck, the underlying sense of humour as riotous and selfmocking as ever. Hot Wheels, Alright Alright Alright and the pile-driving A Rat Is A Rat will be stage favourites for years to come. If you loved Black Spiders before, then you’ll love them still. And if their eight-armed embrace has eluded you so far then, frankly, where have you been? It’s your turn to visit the bar. ■■■■■■■■■■