They're back in their adopted hometown and are 'happy' to be there. Or at least we assume they are because they rarely let their cool, calculating exterior slip - and they certainly never allow their cold-eyed guard to drop for a moment as they knock out a succession of noisy, classic assaults on our poor tortured ears and try (successfully) to catch us with one of their glorious, spiky hooks.

Paul Morricone: Gothic, NOT Goth

The tuneful racket they make, beguiling the rapidly overheating Huddersfield audience one-and-all, is truly magnificent as always. If you have a taste for the Gothic (and I don't mean Goth. No saddo Darklings here thankyouverymuch), then The Six are the band for you. They mix together a masterful sonic soup of Scott Walker, Hammer Horror movie kitsch, Nick Cave, clichéd rock'n'roll stances and lashings of irony, then they chuck in a grasp of showmanship that other bands would literally die for - and with such glacial ease it almost takes the breath away. In other words, they're pretty damn cool. Always have been, always will be.

The Six are back in town, I suppose, to spread the word about their latest digitised missive to the masses Cabin Fever. But, as should always be the way with rock'n'roll, if you want to really know what a band is capable of then CDs are no substitute for The Real Thing live and in the flesh, and this band are no different.

Chris Catalyst: Cool as...

Their website describes them as a 'Musical Assault Group', and - make no mistake - that sums them up perfectly. Stand in front of this band as they reach one of their many fevered climaxes and you'll feel as if a somewhat annoyed division of Panzer Tanks has just blown their way through your braincells with abandon. They're that good. Put it another way, one member of the audience who'd never seen The Scaramanga Six before tonight said she thought, quite seriously, that she was on the verge of a heart attack during this top-notch appearance for us plebs. If you weren't there, you missed a treat.

From latest single Horrible Face (which is a true classic in anyone's book and a Scaramanga staple for many-a-year) to new 'uns like Pincers and The Throning Room, this band hits us with song after song relating well-honed tales of weirdness and scarification.

Steven Morricone: Mad Professor?

And let's just remember that this is surely what rock is about - music taking you somewhere 'out there'? Yeah, there are a million songs out there which go on (and on and on) about how wonderful lurve is...but for every one of those there is an even larger number looking at the dark side, and The Six are doing their bit to add to that back catalogue of nastiness, bless 'em.

But, as tonight's performance in Huddersfield reveals once again, much like 1980s cartoon hero He Man, they Have The Power. Not only were the Morricone Brothers (twins Steven on bass and vocals, Paul on lead vocals and guitar) 'boooorn toooogether', but they are also born entertainers. They grimace, they pout, they glare, they scare. They're like mad (but ever so stylish) Victorian professors, sent round the bend by some fiendish discovery or other - and revelling gloriously in their new-found insanity.

Julia Arnez: Spangly and crystalline

Then there are the other band members: the mysterious Julia Arnez with her spangly golden guitar and crystalline backing vocals, Chris Catalyst on keyboards and drums - the band's very own Slim Jim Phantom (look him up) and Anthony Sargeant keeping everything locked down with roll after roll of thunderous drums. This lot keep their eyes on the musical ball like no others, holding down the tightest of tight sounds you're ever likely to hear this side of infinity.

I could go on, but I'm sure you get the gist...

The Scaramanga Six - HUDDERSFIELD'S VERY OWN SCARAMANGA SIX, and don't let anyone ever tell you otherwise, especially not if these lying liars hail from Leeds - are surely some of West Yorkshire's finest. This was revealed once again tonight. Currently at the top of their game, as they have been for some time now, they're that cliché of clichés, a 'must-see'.

Anthony Sargeant: Thunderous

I don't know how they've managed to avoid being clutched to be to the bloated bosom of the music biz yet, but maybe that's a good thing. Let THEM have their insipid Coldplays and their Keanes, WE will always have our very own guilty and secret pleasure that is, ladies and gentleman, The Scaramanga Six.

Long may they reign over us!