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Crawdaddy Stage, Saturday 4th September, 4.00pm

Describe in a tweet: Steve Reich-style minimalism you can dance to.

What happened: Whilst not quite rivalling Public Image Limited's bass odyssey, The Redneck Manifesto take to the stage utilising a bass sound so deep that it shakes one's very soul. Many of the onlookers are watching with their hands over their ears, in a futile attempt to block out the sound, whilst one overcome reveller resorts to throwing himself over the barrier in a desperate attempt to escape the bass.

They don't know what their missing. As Steve Reich inspired guitar parts meld together like clockwork, an impressively monstrous rhythm section sets the controls for the heart of the pelvis. Calling to mind Chicago post-rock titans Tortoise, The Redneck Manifesto play an almost mathematical brand of funk that isÌýirresistiblyÌýdanceable. Dazzling in its technical precision, this has all the hallmarks of chilly, cerebral 'art' music, but is so physical in its construction that it mutates into something else altogether.Ìý

One would have thought it was an impossible task to create music for the feet AND the head, but the Redneck Manifesto make it look easy.

Electric Dreams: The final song features an overload of drumming, all six members of the band taking it into overdrive.

Ants at my Picnic: The bass is visceral, but so deep that it becomes impossible to actually make out any of the notes. At times, it feels like RIchie Egan is just playing one booming note, regardless of what is happening. But if that is the case, then it appears Mr Egan has discovered the 'groove' note. Fair play to him.

EP Rating: 8/10