I don’t know that much about The Lounge Society. They originate from West Yorkshire. They’re a four piece: guitar, guitar, bass and drums. And they seem very young. So far they seem to have released one ep ‘Silk For The Starving’ which contained, for me, the best song released in 2021; ‘Cain’s Heresy’. Check out the video on YouTube. It’s an awesome racket!
‘The Horn’ is an old fashioned pub/music venue in the posh town St Albans. The hall out the back is ‘cosy’ and does have a great sound. The place certainly wasn’t full which surprised me. 6Music played that song a lot last year, but I guess they’re still new and it’s still post-pandemic etc etc.
They opened with a drawn out version of Cain’s Heresy and it was so good they could have spent the rest of the set drinking tea on stage and I would have gone home knowing I’d witnessed something special. The sheer noise punches you in the face and upper body, and all you want is more. And the rest of the set is just more constant pummeling. Is it polished? No it is not, and it’s all the the better for it. Catch them now before someone turns them into the Arctic Monkeys.
And now for the not really fair bit. You have the two guys on guitars who can thrash and play like maniacs. The drumming is a mighty thing. But the singer and bass player (sometimes lead, they kept swopping instruments) is what makes them different. Cameron Davey looks like a genuinely troubled soul. His shirt and jeans hang on him like something he quickly grabbed when his Mum threw him out of the house. His physical jerks and contortions make him look like he’s no stranger to electric shock therapy. And the manic gaze at no one in particular in the crowd is pure Malcolm McDowell undergoing the ‘Ludovico Technique’. If I had seen him in the pub afterwards I would have checked if there were any sharp objects in the immediate vicinity. I didn’t see him after. I imagine he was taken away.
And with this genre of music, that is what you come to see. There was always the possibility that Jean-Jacques Burnel could drop kick you if you got too close, or Wilco Johnson would lose his bearings and finish a song playing his guitar while standing on you and your mates heads. Cameron Davey is a young pretender to this breed of youthful manic angst. When they were nearing the end of the set singing ‘you’ve got blood on your hands’ (they’re a bit political…not a bad thing) a half dissected mouse hanging from his ‘never done a proper days work in his life’ hands wouldn’t have been a shock.
Baz and me had a fag afterwards and agreed they were the business. Then we got to the train station and then the bus stop to watch our train and then our bus departing before our very eyes. Oh well, that’s show business folks!