The band which last year got shortlisted for the BBC Sound of 2010 and began this one as NME’s top tipped act appeared in front of an audience that had been waiting for hours but still didn’t mind unleashing all the ‘groupie’ energy that had been building up steadily during the night.
Soon enough, the tiny stage wasn’t able to contain a rampant Jonathan Price who briefly left it to join the dancing crowd. The frontman’ s moves across, on and off the stage were assured, instigating repetitive bursts of excitement.
His dance, a joyous reflection of Ian Curtis’ performances, was a visual representation of music simple enough to be familiar yet careless enough to be fun.
Those who are able to identify stylistic pose for what it really is – the cover and not the content – realized Drums don’t take themselves too seriously. They are not arrogant but assured enough to be confident about their work and the clear desire to enjoy themselves.
Their return to classic music forms doesn’t seem to be an effort to dig up antediluvian hype tricks but a conscious decision to be straightforward.
That’s why this gig in Hoxton turned so easily into a party with Jacob Graham’s raw guitar performance providing the necessary twists. His inexorable fury was clearly the main driving force of the band’s music presentation.
It all seemed perfect, apart from a confusing tension of release and confinement. As soon as our minds started drifting away to beaches and surfing a really edgy security woman would drag us back to reality shouting pointless directions to her onstage colleague.
We felt like kids trying to play while having an austere nanny destroying their plans again and again. Let’s hope next time she’ll let us unleash the ‘monster’ within.