In its own unassuming rock-'n'-roll way, Flesh for Lulu is terrific. The English quartet might have come from the short-lived and overhyped London "Batcave" scene, but the quartet playing the Roxy on Sunday night had none of the gloomy-doomy horror-camp affectations of Batcavers like Specimen and Alien Sex Fiend.
Flesh for Lulu's show was a lot more focused and coherent than the rambling shambles of a set it played here last year. The group showed that it has more in common with Mott the Hoople than Nosferatu as it roared through punk-glam fun-house tunes like "Laundromat Kat" and "Baby Hurricane."
A lot of Lulu's charm comes from singer Nick Marsh. With his warm, smiling stage presence and wavering, rough-but-suave vocals, Marsh had an ingratiating quality that served the band's intent: communication, not alienation.
The second-billed Nuns were pioneers of the California punk scene in 1977, but the San Francisco group's new format seemed like a joke since the band was never taken seriously outside the Bay Area even in its heyday.