3 Colours Red are nowhere near as sensitive as the film of the same name: three black-clad, splay-legged, tattooed death merchants bludgeoning their way through a set of songs with single-word titles (single word lyrics, come to that). This is where the mosh-pit really kicks in, and hysterical 15 year-old boys are passed over the head of the crowd to the security team, who catch them nimbly by the bollocks and the collar and restore them to their feet. Suzi Feay, The Independent on Sunday   3 Colours Red have completed a couple of gigs in London. Reviews for these are all coming up shortly.