A friend of mine recently went to Canada and brought back a burned copy of a disc by this Toronto band Holy Fuck, saying the kids are going ape shit over their manic electronic improv. I’m a sucker for straight, to the point exclamations as band monikers, so I became intrigued. After checking out the disc, I would recommend giving the Holy Fuck a spin, as it’s some truly unusual shit. “No laptops, no samplers, no synths,” just toys, gadgets, bass, drums, and weird stuff. They were the backing act for Beans at the most recent Coachella. Prog-dance rock in the house.