Anything but a shitdisco.
It may have been part of the NME Nu-Rave tour but Shitdisco were finding themselves back in the city where they've made their name, not only with the friendly dance-floor incumbents but with the local constabulary and legal eagles taking note of the band's devotion to party. Recently the band thrilled the Subclub at an Optimo night, but this tour presented a different crowd and new ears and minds to win over.
And throwing a shedload of glowsticks into the crowd was one such way to get the kids on their side, this act causing as much as excited glee as the rustle of a brown envelope to a Premiership manager...allegedly. When the music got under way, the drums quickly muscled their way to the front of the sound and they weren't for shifting.
On a night when all three acts suffered from the sound not being quite right, the drums found themselves as a lead instrument and this suited Shitdisco's sound very well, with the beat driving on continuously. Combining with a bass that prowled throughout, the back-line was well catered for by the band (as an aside, how should the bands name be shortened? The idea of calling them the Shits isn't nice at all and the 'disco doesn't sound too good either, perhaps some band name just aren't meant to be abbreviated.)
The vocals were coming across extremely low in the mix and sounding rather sinister, and although different from their recorded versions, what was lacking in sound clarity was made up for with excitement and hypnotic fuzz.
They may have a long way to go and with a moniker like theirs, it isn't going to be too easy but life at the Shitdisco promises to be eventful and it's well worth an evening out.