The Soledad Brothers @ Petit Bain, Paris - July 28th, 2026

When The Soledad Brothers came onto the scene around the turn of the millennium, they sounded unlike almost anyone else. Their music drew as much from American roots music as it did from the abrasive end of alternative rock, as if RL Burnside had collided head-on with Sonic Youth. There were echoes of The Gun Club too, but filtered through the noise, urgency and volume of the post-Nevermind era. They disappeared before that collision of styles really found its audience, leaving bands such as The White Stripes to reap the rewards of ground they had helped break.

Twenty-five years later, little has changed. As a three-piece, they still make an astonishing amount of noise, hammering out blues-soaked rock 'n' roll that is raw, primitive and enormous fun. There are no ballads, no breathers and very little let-up. From the opening song, they have the pedal firmly to the floor. What changes over the course of the set is the audience. Each song ratchets the room up another notch until, by the final number, Petit Bain has dissolved into a sea of bodies jumping, dancing and dripping with sweat. Primal, uncompromising rock 'n' roll. Killer.