OK, so itâ€™s not Radiohead. Itâ€™s not even Oasis â€“ itâ€™s even simpler than that. It sounds so straightforward, you wonder why everyone isnâ€™t doing it. The reason why they arenâ€™t, however, is that itâ€™s easy to hide behind fancy chords and layers of sound; only the brave are willing to plug in and play like the only thing that matters in the world is the groove. For brave, read Glasgowâ€™s Shitdisco.
Shitdisco donâ€™t bother with posing or arty sloganeering (though the art-rock crowd will lap them right up); instead they appear on stage anonymously, armed only with two basses, guitars, synths and drums and about three chords over which to shout. Joel Stone and Joe Reeves swap vocal duties while drummer Darren Cullen thrashes punked-up disco beats non-stop throughout. Single tracks â€˜I Know Kung Fuâ€™ and â€˜Disco Bloodâ€™ get loved-up reactions from the ever-increasing throng of converts, the latter seemingly an awesome piss-take on LCD Soundsystemâ€™s â€˜Daft Punk Is Playing In My Houseâ€™ (â€˜Bobby Orlando is coming round for teaâ€™ being the choice line and probably the tagline of the Shitdisco manifesto), but latest single â€˜Reactor Partyâ€™ is the decisive nail in the coffin of any doubt â€“ a whirl of synth-driven rock â€™nâ€™ roll thatâ€™s as much The Prodigy as it is The Clash.
â€˜Weâ€™re normally a lot more shambolic than thisâ€™, Joe laughs, as Joel spins round one too many times and ends up amongst the speakers during â€˜Disco Bloodâ€™. So, at last, we know what a â€˜Shambles is meant to sound like. The festivals of 2006 are there for the taking.