Bar Blu, Rhyl by Neil Crud

Since being weened and wormed on the scene as The Bitchpups a little over 4 years ago, Forgotten Sleep have now left the canine soiled pavements of joy, put down all the old material and rewritten their own history. The innocent pigtails of Rachel Lewis were replaced by bass vixen Hannah Modget, who had been watching her younger brothers Gaz and Matt from the wings and she injected the missing ingredient into this already incendiary band. The re-labelling and re-direction is necessary when you're a band pursuing that pot of gold at the end of the A&R rainbow. It's a shit business, you have to lick the right arses and sleep with the right whores to get anywhere near even the coffee machine at a record company. Talent? Don't be silly, that's just a by-product. I'm unsure as to Forgotten Sleep's tongue tecniques or their bedtime antics, but their talent comes by the truckload and that truck has a tank full of pure energy, unleashed everytime they switch on their amplifiers. "Say Something" is my favourite; it kinda opens with a whimper before blasting out a perverse 'My Sharona' twisted riff that slams home what Forgotten Sleep are here to do – punk rock. There's nothing nice about this music and it's not meant to be. It's intense and demands your attention and for a three-piece they create an awful lot of power. Bigger and more epic than their previous guise expect to see the name Forgotten Sleep everywhere over the coming months – hell – they almost played a gig in my living room the other night!

Forgotten Sleep @ the Marquee

Having formed from the remenants of the Bitch Pups, Forgotten Sleep's first outing for tourdates was at Bar Monsta in Camden in early summer 2007. Sgt Snafu admits to being `challenged` by this genre, but its clear that this family band, 2 brothers and a sister, are NO Same Difference. `Say Something` is the standout track of the set. Rumours on the evening were that they expected to sign within a matter of days. Watch this space! Sgt Snafu over & out.

Live Review from Bristol Academy 2

This feisty trio are lacking nothing apart from a bit of good luck to take them into the big time. Embarrassingly, my repressed male chauvinist side always recoils at the thought of women playing in rock bands but, on this occasion, was definitely shown up for the massive twat he is. Bassist Hannah brings a feminine poise to the band’s hard driving and at times understated musical offerings, and lacks nothing when it comes to rock-star quality. She tells me about how she once had to sort out a troublesome stage invasion by twatting some guy off the stage with her bass. She is not a lady to be trifled with. Her brother, guitarist and singer Matt, ranges in countenance between a floppy haired, meaty riff monster and haunting melodic crooner, while their massive drummer Gaz commands the rhythm section with all the aggression of Attila the Hun on a rape and pillage frenzy. There are so many influences clamouring to get out of this band; Gaz admits to me that it’s so difficult for them to categorise themselves that they simply refer to their music as “alternative”. These guys are definitely one to look out for. They are, all at once, brooding, dark, brutal and graceful. Their current single, a fast, punky little number called ‘The Hard Sell’, has a funkiness and momentum that contrasts with some of the moodier yet no less stonking tracks in their set. ‘Say Something’, for instance, pumps along in places with a power that makes it impossible not to nod your head.