Show Preview: Holy F**k, Crocodiles, Woven Bones at Mohawk Tonight

Apparently, the world is all up in Holy Fuck's business. The Toronto-based band has been playing enormous festivals like Glastonbury and enlivening the soundtracks of various television programs and video games for the past few years. Despite the bluntly, perhaps cynically attention-grabbing name, Holy Fuck have earned their position by figuring out what hasn't been done before and doing it very well: according to the Pitchfork review of their self-titled debut, "The band was formed with the intent of creating the equivalent of modern electronic music without actually using the techniques-- looping, splicing, programming and the like-- of that music. They... played their first show without rehearsing, and they claim never to rehearse to this day."

That description sounds a bit reductive, however, when contemplating the sinuous groove of "Lovely Allen," the band's "signature" hit to date. Despite the conceptual trappings and apparent novelty of a rock band without guitars or a practice space, Holy Fuck do what, in the end, any band is supposed to do: create their own world and make you dance in it.