(4.5 / 5)
Dogshow could fuck this country up. Give them the chance to perform their techno disco-isms in the centre of a major city on a Monday morning and they will debunk the tired responsibilities of the working week. Such is the subversion and power of their sound, that few would make it into work. There would be no point. Once you experience Dogshow there is no way to eradicate them from your memory, nor from your impulses. Dance and you will be happy.
They are, effectively, a two man circus; a big-top of euphoric noise, and tonight they don't disappoint. A gospel of the inebriated and the playfully unhinged - they are the soundtrack of the satisfying, lost weekend. So their entrance at the mischievous and effervescent hour of midnight seems appropriate and perfectly timed. Teasing the audience with a delicate hum which builds with the same pace of a perfectly formed striptease, the audience pulsates with anticipation, eager to lose themselves to the macabre-techno oddities of the enigmatic band.
The first song finally struts out, erupting at the same instant as the enthusiastic, dance-happy crowd does. There are people dancing who look as though they've never dared dance in public before, but Dogshow are infectious. Resisting the urge to dance to them is futile and as ridiculous as resisting the urge to breathe.
The music parades itself, seamless and exhilaratingly unpredictable - the organ grinds to creepier crescendos with each song, sirens blaze out from nowhere and the tempo is dropped and raised with playful skill, a trick which works the already fervent audience into an even bigger lather. The drums, powerful and lascivious, are nothing short of amazing.
When the band quietens, suddenly, the audience are reminded of the inevitable end of their jazz-riot haze. People look visibly disturbed and a little lost, they begin begging en-masse for the instant return of their dance saviours.
The finale arrives with an exhausted and cocky swagger akin to that of a punk show. Melodies cascade and fluctuate, feedback permeates over layers of peaking sound and Dogshow bow out, arms raised triumphantly, smiling widely at their adoring public who howl and cheer with desperate vigour in celebration of what they've simultaneously just witnessed.
Courtesy of Thefly.co.uk
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