There's something about the drummer-less version of Mad Nanna that just gives them all this scope to stretch out into their own strangeness. The much-lauded Australian duo was captured live, here, at their seminal Volcanic Tongue in-store performance in Glasgow, Scotland, and it's one of those recordings to make you depressed that you weren't there. The guitar playing - slow and sparse and slimily sliding and chugging - just has all this amazing drag to it, propelled by the wavering internal body clock of singer Michael Zulicki, whose voice has all the deadpan charm of the Dead C's Michael Morley, but whose songs are reminiscent of Supreme Dicks' most out-there shuffles. Splurged over the top of that like hot oil on a skillet are the ultra-slo-mo, totally untutored and blindingly great "solos" (in the loosest sense) of guitarist Pat O'Brien.