The first song sounds like falling, or flying. The music of Bellies! may have sprung from two already established musicians collaborating but the results are so joyous, so full of awkward beauty it’s like gorging on brand new fresh air. It’s also a weirdly perfect marriage between the members’ other occupations: Bellies! brings together Nat of ace Bristol art scamps Jelas and Debi of the abrasively great riot grrrowlers Drunk Granny (the latter credited as ‘Dave’, strangely). ‘We Are No Gastric Band’ spews out 8 songs in 10 minutes, a single guitar and drumkit set up leading to a fantastically dense collection of shambolic bashing, left turns every few bars and wonky, furious, happy voices everywhere. It’s brilliant.

Initially a ceaseless clatter of chucked out ideas, further listens draw out guts of tunes. The scattered, witchy parts of Erase Errata and Liliput run through ‘Karen And The Aliens’ and ‘Ladybird Cemetery’, but they’ve been put through a broken mirror – the massive fun of Bellies! is in watching things ricochet madly, movement skittering from one blast to another every few seconds, everything tried, because they can. It’s also in the great mash of voices: Nat’s wandering, wobbly and surreal; Debi’s powered by huge lungfuls of clout and vitality. They’re on top of and all over each other all the time; it’s a great rush to hear Debi flying into ‘Spring Dance’ with “Join the dots! Ha ha!”, like some unstoppable force. And some sort of medal’s required for the closing ‘Bellies! Theme’: a ragged sing song that fits in a vegan dinner party, killer chunks of guitar, a diss to soya and happy screaming, before collapsing into double giggles. These songs revel in irrepressible freedom, and these ten minutes are a fucking blast.

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