The current European Capital of Culture’s favourite new sons (and ‘Liverpools’s best-kept secret’ according to NME) are brilliant and enigmatic. Wave Machines produce essential pop of artistic depth and visual intrigue, imbued with a sense of reckless fun. Their daring challenge to audiences and critics alike is to try and classify them with performances that include alternate front men, a zither beating bass player and a drummer crowning beats with hooks from an electro vibraphone. Wave Machines cast spells around their apparatus in what will be a ludicrously joyful way to close the New Independents Stage at Sugarhill ’08. myspace.com/mywavemachine