Shitdisco

Glaswegian four-piece Shitdisco had to be pretty confident to call themselves that. Were they not to change the face of music forever, it’d be too easy to say that, well, seeing them made for a bit of a shitty disco. I’ll resist leaving my analysis at that, although that’s the underlying thinking.

Sadly tonight at The Social the band are dancing a highland fling on the grave of New Rave. What could well have been a triumphant evening proving to the neighsayers that, yes, there was more to the genre associated with glowsticks and gurning than Klaxons and a couple of brightly designed NME features, ended up a big fat forgettable flop. Why? Because Shitdisco have only two good songs, and the rest of it is bloody awful.

	"Sadly tonight at The Social the band are dancing a highland fling on the grave of New Rave"

Things start off well enough. Just as To My Boy are about to kick off their support slot with their terrible-joke Tron-electro, The Social announce a free quiz taking place in the bar downstairs. eGigs chooses the latter, and wins a crate of beer by one point, because he can remember the year Geri Halliwell quit the Spice Girls.

Upstairs in time for Shitdisco, the venue is half empty. The fickle truth about our youth – last time the band were in town on the Club NME Tour they were the hottest ticket, but no one really cares anymore – they’re more obsessed with Puzzle Pop (mark my words, you’ll hear of it soon enough). Either that or no one can be bothered to go out on a Sunday night.

There’s six or so fashionista w*nkers desperate to look cool like it was last September down the front, one wearing an eight inch glitter ball round his neck to compliment his glowstick shoe-laces. They’d look brilliant if they weren’t so self-conscious about it.

The band make it on at 10.40, half an hour late, and the atmosphere’s already running on empty. ‘Reactor Party’, the first of their two decent songs, opens things up to little celebration, people are forcing themselves to dance. The crap sound is made up somewhat by the most incredible light show I’ve ever seen in The Social – green Star Wars lasers and mental strobes... it’s just a shame that the music and crowd responses weren’t as hyperactive to match it.

There’s a good half an hour of dross, new single ‘OK’ is terrible, while ‘Discoblood’ is worse. They throw in an unoriginal cover of Prodigy’s ‘No Good’, which doesn’t get people nearly as excited as it could.

The last three and a half minute of the show are, at least, the best three and a half, as they finish off with Adam Ant gone New Rave number ‘I Know Kung Fu’, which propels the six fashionistas to raid the stage. Still, hardly a saving grace.

New Rave died, sorry folks.

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