The Parish, Huddersfield, December 01, 2025

While the last seven years have certainly been weird, we’d argue they’ve rarely been wonderful. After facing worldwide epidemics, suffering through political turmoil and seeing the impacts of global warming, it’s about time something truly wonderful sprung back into our lives – and that’s exactly what has lured Marmozets out of hibernation.

Tonight, 150 lucky fans have gathered in Huddersfield’s Parish set to witness the marvellous resurrection. And, as rousing African chants begin to float out of the speakers, there is a glimmer of something spiritual in the air – a sense that this rebirth could very well open the floodgates on Marmozets’ strongest era yet.

When the Bingley band take to the stage, the tension only cranks up a notch. Becca Bottomley peers out at the crowd innocently, almost like a deer in headlights – before she shrugs her shoulders and succumbs to the rumbling, gunslinging Western battlecry of the band’s latest single, ‘A Kiss From A Mother’.

All at once, the beast within Becca comes back to life. She arches her back, eyes closed, losing herself in the swell of music, before the flick switches – and she’s alert, crazed eyes staring out into the crowd as she unleashes the opening yell of “ATTENTION!” Thereon out, it’s as if she’s never had a day away from the stage, hair dishevelled as she maniacally shakes her head and stalks around the stage, her high-yet-rough vocals just as gripping as they once were.

And that’s all before the crowd is even treated to an old tune. Becca kicks off a run of oldies by noting “you might know these next ones”, before indulging the masses in a back-to-back punch of ‘Weird And Wonderful’ and ‘Is It Horrible’, both of which have the crowd bouncing along to the thick riffs and Becca’s ballsy attitude as she flickers between soft, floating vocal vulnerability and downright menacing antagonism.

Yet, inbetween her whimsical pirouettes and wailing rage, Becca takes every opportunity to thank the fans. It’s a heartwarming reminder of what the evening really represents for Marmozets – as well as a sign that she’s not just the crazed persona that awakens at the first sign of a math-rock riff. “It’s cool having a dream, doing it, and then actually being able to do it again a second time around,” she grins at one point. “I’m normally in bed by now! This is weird!”

One of the most poignant moments of the evening comes in the form of ‘Hit The Wave’, a cut from the band’s first record that has gained new meaning 11 years on. As Becca stands front and centre, she proclaims “cause I’m afraid of being nothing, so take this life and make it something” – and it’s clear that the Marmozets mission is to do exactly that. Just like those young rascals back on their 2014 debut, this new chapter is a naïve stab in the dark; writing their new record, there was no guarantee an audience would welcome Marmozets back when they decided to return.

As the track nears its end, Becca takes a moment to lower her microphone and scream – a full-bodied, blood-curdling scream. It’s enough to send shivers down your spine, capturing the fear, the desperation, and every possible thought going through Becca’s mind. And then she carries on, like a weight has been lifted, before the irresistible ‘Love You Good’ and gut-punching ‘Move, Shake, Hide’ continue to fire up the crowd, moshers dancing with gusto to show their approval.

The evening also welcomes in some new tracks, like ‘Cut Back’s buoyant, irresistibly danceable chorus-call of “let’s keep it on the sunny weather!” or ‘New York’s heavy serving of spiky stomp of eye-rolling punk attitude.

If there was any doubt Marmozets are still on top form, closing on debut cut ‘Why Do You Hate Me?’ and sophomore banger ‘Major System Error’ is enough to prove that they’re in true fighting form. Not only do the pair of tracks showcase the strength of both of the bands’ previous records, but they also capture exactly what makes them absolutely captivating; the band channels a sense of earnest, swirling anxiety and spits it out with a grunt of petulant defiance.

Marmozets’ entire aura feels like a middle finger in the face of dread. And, as the mosh pits bound and wail “I don’t need your advice..!”, its a reminder of that cocksure assurance that the world might be fucked, but Marmozets are going to carry on in spite of the flames that are trying to consume the world whole. So, even if things are weird right now, there’s something wonderful to balance it all out – and she’s stood on stage, screeching like a banshee, as the rest of Marmozets unleash a final burst of noise that’s just as polished as ever. That new album can’t come soon enough.