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And itвЂ™s not only school theyвЂ™re giving the finger to вЂ“ itвЂ™s America, the вЂgovernmentвЂ™, the internet, itвЂ™s вЂњfuck the news, fuck the press, fuck the world and fuck youвЂќ too, whatever they can think of. Not that you can see much of the Wolf Gang on stage, apart from manic silhouettes through strobes and Hammer Horror levels of dry ice. Of course itвЂ™s faintly ridiculous to see a gang of teens scream вЂњKILL PEOPLE BURN SHIT FUCK SCHOOLвЂќ after the controlled aggression and titanic sound of Swans, but itвЂ™s one of the most enduring sights of the weekend.

I predict the stage wonвЂ™t be such an easy target when Tyler the Creator and co descend on Oxegen next month. Then again, LAвЂ™s 10-strong Odd Future Wolf Gang Kill Them All have вЂpreviousвЂ™ in this department so it was easy to predict this riot. The hip-hop upstarts drag hundreds over the barriers past bemused bouncers who realise itвЂ™s better to leave those kids alone. The most surreal moment of Primavera comes when IвЂ™ve lost my mates for a few hours, then look up and see a couple of them on stage for the inevitable Odd Future pandemonium stage invasion. Maybe itвЂ™s just good old fashioned confidence in вЂthe new stuffвЂ™, instead of bravery. ItвЂ™s hard to keep your eye on the screen though, Battles are stomping around with as much enthusiasm as a punk band playing their first gig.

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Without singers on stage, they beam Gloss DropвЂ™s videos of guest singers on the big screen вЂ“ techno producer Matias Aguayo on the scratchy loose jam of Ice Cream, and the industrial metallic sheen of My Machines has Gary Numan in full post-Reznor mode, all blue lighting and eyeliner.

ThereвЂ™s a heaving mass at the Ray Ban Stage and its surrounding tiered steps, jerkily dancing to shifting rhythms, algorithmic guitar loops and future-funk interludes, and it takes around 45 minutes or so before everyone realises we wonвЂ™t be hearing вЂAtlasвЂ™ and вЂTontoвЂ™ and the rest. But never mind the singer вЂ“ everyone knows the real frontman of Battles is drummer John Stanier, with his centre stage kit and that 10ft high cymbal that gives you a rush every time he leaps forward to knock it into next week. This is the rock experimentalistsвЂ™ first tour since losing their multi-instrumentalist vocalist Tyondai Braxton, who was a focal point in the previous live shows, looping his voice over and over, stamping all over effects pedals, wringing all he could from the convoluted riffs of their landmark 2007 album Mirrored. Their new second album Gloss Drop wasnвЂ™t even released yet (itвЂ™s out today). Since last weekend, Primavera punters have been raving about how вЂњbraveвЂќ Battles were on the Friday night вЂ“ a virtual headline slot at one of EuropeвЂ™s top festivals, the biggest crowd theyвЂ™ve ever played to, and they committed the clichГ© rockвЂ™nвЂ™roll faux pas, playing only вЂthe new stuffвЂ™. If youвЂ™re going to Forbidden Fruit this weekend, donвЂ™t expect Battles to play вЂthe hitsвЂ™.

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