Stripped near naked, howling like an anorexic, feral opera diva, Katie Jane Garside stands up on a monitor and necks half a bottle of red wine in one go. As most of it pours down her chest and she fixes the front few rows with a look that could turn men to stone, she looks scarily like a bloodied and bruised Carrie from the apocalyptic finale of that film. The audience shudders as one. Moments later Katie Jane smashes a chair across the back of guitarist Crispin Gray before the gig collapses into a vicious onstage brawl between the two protagonists - the banshee screams, white noise and incessant tribal war rhythm spiralling toward rock and roll oblivion. Welcome to just another Queen Adreena gig.

Beyond punk, beyond hardcore and beyond goth lie Queen Adreena, quite simply the most incredible live spectacle in music today. Here is a band made up of genuine crazies, playing music as raw, venomous and contrived as anything since The Pistols. It’s rock stripped so lean, so savage you can see its spine.

Their songs are nightmare nursery rhymes with the stick-thin and wired Katie Jane alternately cooing and screaming, acting out the role of crack addict rodeo queen, the drums forever pounding out the attack ship beat while Crispin contorts and careers around the stage, looking like a young, hollow-eyed Boris Karloff and wrenching magnificently evil sounds out of his poor, wretched instrument. But behind all the chaos and genuine insanity lies a band completely in control of itself, a finely-honed noise machine at ease with its own madness that quite simply pisses all over every lame pretender to the punk rock throne.

And when the storm is over - a full thirty minutes, no more, no less, - all that is left is poor little girl lost Katie Jane squirming and shivering centre stage, whispering how she only makes love to Jesus, only fucks God. The next sound you hear is the audience finally drawing breath. As heavy as hell and as tense as a hacksaw blade, Queen Adreena are more dangerous than either. An incredible gig from a very, very special band.

Dale Kattack