DUBLIN ROCKERS BRING OUT THE GRUNGE AT AWESOME LONDON HEADLINER
“Come a little closer.we don’t bite that hard,” says Steven King in his thick Irish drawl. This early encouragement to a slightly nervous front row accounts for most of the syllables that make their way out of the Fangclub frontman’s mouth between songs tonight, but he and his band seem anything but shy. Instead, theirs is a set-up that craves attention, feeding off any scraps of shock and awe from the crowd.and those reactions arrive in abundance, partly as the trio’s temperament seems to exist only in two separate states: fully erupting, and on the brink of fully erupting. No sooner is Steven slouched in a trance-like state, his eyes screwed up tight like he’s concentrating on lyrics written on the inside of his eyelids, than he’s burst across the stage, his guitar swinging loose from his neck.the songs themselves – taken largely from last year’s Bullet Head and Coma Happy eps – are drenched in ’90s nostalgia, feeling more Seattle than the group’s native Dublin, as they reverberate across the low ceilings of this basement.these grungy patterns prickle like sunburn, as the set climaxes with Steven playing Bullet Head in the audience – who are now fully involved, by the way. It’s an impressively ferocious set for a band so young.