If you're going to give yourself a profane exclamation as your band name, you have to really live up to it. As has been mentioned, Holy Fuck totally live up to it. Hell, they could add a few exclamation points to the name and they'd still be in very good shape.

They've been thoroughly lauded on Line Out already this weekend, so I'm just adding a few notes here. First of all, while the Canadian quartet might be kind of a weird act, there's nothing too hard to get about the visceral rhythms laid down by the band's drummer and bassist, even if those grooves are flecked with weird bursts of crackling noise or smeared with delayed falsetto or walkie-talkie grade vocoder vocals. Also, after some off mixes earlier in the fest, Holy Fuck proved you can get a good, and bass-booming audio mix at the Broad Street Stage. Between songs, the band's two keyboardists switched out one cheap casio keyboard for another, like the way massive arena metal bands might swap from an expensive array of guitars for each song, only Holy Fuck's stash was on the super cheap. Also, I think that strip of magnetic tape dude fusses with is 16mm w/sound film being run through a some old sound editing/previewing device (my Mediaworks teachers would be so sad that I don't know what that thing's called). At times, their more straightforward, but still gooey and spacey, funk numbers reminded me of Out Hud, at others they worked highly focused krautrock grooves. Kids were dancing and crowd surfing—to instrumental, lo-fi funk jams! It was awesome. Every time the band built up to a crescendo of delay or drum rolls it felt like the Space Needle towering above them was set for take off. So nice I saw them again at Neumos last night, where they had a sizable crowd just getting the fuck down once again. Stellar.