'We doubtless shouldn't be encouraging this lot with demo of the month and whatnot, given that they spend an inordinate amount of time involved in petty internet squabbles, but faced with this month's pile of solid workmanlike landfill fodder and assorted social inadequates, The Walk Off's scuzzy fuzzy technobabble is a positive joy. This demo doesn't do them full justice, live they can sound like the opening salvo's of World War III- but it does capture most of what they are about. And what they're about mostly is battering the punkiest bits of the prodigy round the skull with their collection of Squarepusher and Rammestein albums. '.... Zeitgeist' does it best: malevolent synth lines and goose-stepping panzer beats. With lots of shouting. Its crude and exhilarating and its got lenny Kravitz wishing us a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year at the end of it. Token slowie, 'Tears on the Dancefloor' is an oddity from The Walk Off and sounds like James Dean Bradfield getting slightly miffedover an old arcade game, while the guitar led 'the Glitterball Withhunt' is more lo-fi primal scream techno chaos. Belligerent fun and exactly the sort of stuff that will .... off witless muso scumbags further down the page.' -On a monsoon-swept Friday night, a mere fifteen souls are scattered across the Zodiac being gobsmacked by something that is less like music than a full frontal assault on their constitutions. The Walk Off, playing their first gig, features the man otherwise known as The Beta Prophesy on computers and at least one former member of Sirus. And they're ....ing wild. Its Nazi gabba techno industrial sonic warfare up there- pushing squarepusher beats, raw early 90's new beat metal-on-metal abrasiveness; Rammesteine's goose-stepping uber-metal power, and vocals that range from guttural nonsense to screaming blue murder. All dressed up in Arab masks and sequined cowboy hats infused with chaos theory. A middle aged German tourist who only came in because he wanted to 'see some English pop music' braves the torrential rain outside rather than face the carnage within. Perhaps it reminds him too much of the battle of Stalingrad. And of course it ends too soon with the computer packing in and the bloke in the cowboy hat leaving the venue on a micro-scooter. Next time it should be a tiger tank. And we want back-projections of Stuka dive-bombers and five hundred kids going .... metal down the front. The walk off are worth getting wet for.