What is your idea of “brave”? I mean there’s “head in a lion’s mouth” brave, there’s “night bus in a major city” brave and then there’s “I’m sorry, you’ve booked WHO to support you at the most important gig of your career” brave…
The Edinburgh music scene is (whatever anyone may tel you to the contrary) in damn good health at the moment, with a load of exciting new talent playing their part in a resurgent Scottish scene. One of the prime movers in this renaissance are Penicuik’s finest purveyors of Riff’n’Roll Dog Tired. After stealing the show at Bloodstock Open Air and LesFest 3 they’re back on home soil, almost, at Studio 24.
Dog Tired plough a fairly familiar Rock’n’Roll avenue, Walk-ing in the footsteps of the likes of Pantera and Down their “Edinburgh based riff mongering beast metal” leaves a trail of destruction wherever they play, and tonight is no different. There is a decent crowd in Studio 24 and Dog Tired elicit the first mosh-pit action of the evening. The past two times we’ve seen the guys it has been at a festival, but here in a little club with sweat dripping off the roof they are in their natural element.
Dog Tired… remember the name because you’ll be hearing a lot more about them.
And so on to the main event of the evening. We first saw local thrashers Disposable in Edinburgh earlier in the year and our initial impression was “God they’re young”, almost immediately followed by “God they’re good”. Tonight is the launch gig for their debut album At The Foot Of The World (which, incidentally, is one of the best debuts we’ve heard this year). There’s no “whatever-with-a twist” taglines here, Disposable play straight up, route one thrash metal with a passion that is a joy to behold in these days where the scene is more important than the music.
Disposable are one of those bands that transport those of us of a certain age back to our younger days, with the band’s dreadlocked frontman William Robertson, replete with low slung bass, conjuring up memories of some bloke called Tom Araya down the road at the Playhouse waaaay back in the day.
Tonight’s setlist is, unsurprisingly, a full run through of the new album and if it’s good on CD, then live it’s on a whole other level. Good bands can play with passion, and good bands can play with precision, but great bands play with both. If you take that over simplistic categorisation (and hey, we’re a webzine, over simplistic categorisation is what we do) then Disposable are going to be a great band.
After the top to bottom runthrough of the album there’s still time to raise a middle finger to the venue’s curfew for the demanded “one more song”. Robertson introduces it as the song without which Disposable may never have been inspired to do what they do. If there is a better way to fininsh this gig than a rip-roaring cover of Slayer’s Raining Blood then I don’t know what it is.
The band were loving it, the crowd were loving it and there was a definite vibe of being there at the start of something special. Dog Tired may have set the standard unattainably high, but when it came to the crunch Disposable were not found wanting. The evening ended with half the audience joining the band on stage, a fitting end to a great night.
I fear reports of the death of the Scottish scene may be a little premature, judging by these two it’s as strong as ever.