Disco Doom arrive to these chilly shores from the equally chilly city of Zurich at the arse end of November. It’s windy as hell and the waves pound away like 16 year old desperately attempting to rid themselves of the burden of virginity, meanwhile Disco Doom take to an intimate and appreciative crowd ahead of the headline act, Built To Spill, expectation is curious as to who this bunch are.
My initial thought actually struck me outside of Concorde 2; it was regarding the volume, it was regarding the fact that you could hear what was coming a solid 100 metres ahead of the venue. After fumbling around for emails and guestlist places, I noticed the strange situation as far as gigs go in Brighton. Generally, you arrive at a venue such as Concorde 2 for a gig and you find yourself swamped with orange wristbands promising wide-eyed students ‘5 Jagerbombs for £5’ at The Haunt afterwards, awash with a sea of vintage and scruffy clad clobber. Instead I found myself remarkably youthful amongst the chin stroking, established musos nursing a £4.50 pint of ale. The context of the gig allowed me to take more appreciation and interest in what was unfolding, this time paying particular attention to the support act. I found myself not far from the front, lingering and edging closer and closer in some weird, possessed interest.
When we entered I was in awe and complete surprise that it was only a four piece onstage. Vocals were pitched in similar fashion to Bends-era Thom Yorke, bending and twisting their way through to the realms occupied by Sebadoh, Pavement and the like. Disco Doom were drowned in expansive guitar riffs, mammoth in size and colossal in sound, the tone was reminiscent of Dinosaur Jr and was certainly one that welcomed you onboard and soared off with you in tow. It was everything you could hope from for a band supporting one of the pinnacle bands of the mid-90s American alt-rock scene. It contained everything from scruffy amounts of long hair to Fender Jaguars taking a vicious assault. Disco Doom packed in all the charm and endearment required in order to cement themselves as one of Give It Back Magazine’s favourite supports of the year.
These were a glorious band but a real struggle to track down on the internet, get hunting though, it’s for your own good. I promise.
Words by Tom Churchill
Categories: What We Caught in Brighton