Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

Nobody ever wants to go to a gig and be bored, what would be the point? You may as well stay at home, put on the television and be entertained by the mindless pulp and trash that passes for entertainment at times. For in that world of the beige and insipid lays the regular heartbeat, the dull sound of the grandfather clock, polished within an inch of its life and signaling with wooden glee your every ever closing steps your date with the inevitable, beige being your watchword.

Or, and far more sensible a prospect, beige be damned, for it belongs in the same crowded room as the limp insincere handshake and the perpetual salad bar; find yourself at the start of a hopefully long career with a band with so much attitude you can but smile and relish the prospect of never owning the over- priced and cumbersome allusion to furniture that is the coffin like clock.

For anybody in Liverpool who caught The Tuts when they toured with the remarkable Kate Nash in 2014, the further evolution of the all female three piece makes beige look as though it’s been cornered in an alley after midnight, fun and attitude having had enough of its disrespect and by morning is propping up a section of the motorway somewhere outside of Crewe.

The three-some have come a long way with their posture, standpoint laden sound, the feelings of greatness resides and the rabble raising speech delivered by Queen Elizabeth on a cliff top as the Spanish ships sailed with grim expectation closer to the Dover duty free shop and armed with tokens to buy all but the throne of the Kingdom, is in serious danger of being toppled as memorable words written by women making domestic being fearful for its life.

With a selection of tracks hanging off their ammunition belt as they supported The Selecter in Liverpool, The Tuts, Nadia, Harriet and Bev, thrilled the early crowd with poise and superb feminist lyrics but dressed as though a group of angels had found the store cupboard where God kept mementoes of her brief time as a cheerleader to the Punk Revolution.

Songs such as Beverly, Tut, Tut, Tut, Worry Worrier, the superb Dump Your Boyfriend and the new song Do I Have To Look For Love? grabbed the attention and forged a huge link to The Selecter’s main set.

Attitude, displayed correctly can go a long way in music, in The Tuts, it is a seismic blessing, a rumbling volcano ready to emerge from out of its hidden quarters, beige has no hiding place with these three women around.

Ian D. Hall