Ever since their second album, Temporary Pleasure, James Ford and Jaas Shaw, the duo that make what is collectively known as Simian Mobile Disco have been on a mission: To expose people to delicacies. We're not talking about Frogs Legs here, or pickled herring, we're talking about disgusting, unpleasant techno that is most definitely not for everyone's aural palate. Actually, is for only a few aural palates. This brainchild of theirs yielded a record label, 'Delicacies' and a club night 'Delicatessen'. On Delicacies, SMD have so far released a handful of EPs that have all been named after gastronomic delicacies from around the world and all showcase their new fondness for darker techno vibes.

You can forget about the delicious (and crudely weak) vocal collaborations of Cruel Intentions. You can even kiss goodbye the charmingly addictive techno-pop crossovers in tracks such as Hustler, which remains an unquestionably classic electronic tune to this day. New SMD is for those who stay on the dancefloor beyond 6am, and for those who would have Jeff Mills and Carl Craig among their record collection.

So what can you expect on their club nights? Pretty much non-stop nasty techno beats for the entire duration of the event. This is exactly what we got at Bristol's Motion where sets from SMD, Paul Woolford and fabric's Craig Richards made for an exceptionally exciting night. Motion is a strange but brilliant club. Of course, most know it's a skate park during the day, but this is just the beginning of it's unique personality. The decor is on the shabby side, the dancefloors are tight and dense and the soundsystem is powerful and intimidating. In the Tunnel, SMD delivered a unrelenting barrage of heavy, bassy techno which included old favourites of their own such as Sleep Deprivation, 10000 Horses Can't Be Wrong (one of Temporary Pleasure's few gems), and their recent delicacy Aspic, all of which fueled memorable reactions from the enthusiastic crowd.

Techno stalwart Paul Woolford followed SMD for some more pounding beats and unpredictable twists. But we couldn't keep ourselves from venturing into The Cave where Craig Richards closed the night. It could be argued that Richards stole the show to be quite frank. He was undeniably on top form, keeping the dancefloor moving with surprising amounts of energy for what had been a turbo-charged night. Squelchy, fragile, trippy tech-house was on the menu, blended together with Richards' unequaled ability to maintain beat coherence. Some tracks were more monotone, some were far more ravey, but one thing is for sure, it certainly whetted the appetite ahead of what will be a rather big night for Craig next weekend...