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Holy Fuck isn't just a clever (or not-so-clever) band name formulated to attract press. It's also the sweaty, wide-eyed reaction that fans have to the band's live show. The Toronto quartet stands out in a sea of indie electronica acts because of its visceral onstage energy. Proudly advertised as laptop-free, Holy Fuck uses nonmechanical drumming, live bass and two tables of noise-creating gadgets to succeed at something few other bands do: Make electronica interesting. Holy Fuck's tunes — falling between an easy groove and a Pentecostal tweaker's holy rolling — range from joyful crescendos to full-on audio assaults. The band's latest release, Latin, mixes lucidity and edge.
