You know you’ve made it when a Parliamentary MP boasts to be a fan of your band. Everyone remembers David Cameron thinking that he looked good on the dancefloor when he namechecked Arctic Monkeys back in 2006, and now it seems the honour has fallen to also Drenge, the self-confessed soundtrack to Labour MP Tom Watson’s resignation from the cabinet this year. Nothing says rock n’roll like telling Ed Milliband where to shove it.
Naming themselves after the Danish word for ‘boys’, (something which the pair thought sounded ‘really ugly and vicious, a good way to describe the riffs we’ve been kicking about’), it was obvious from the off that Eoin and Rory Loveless were hardly setting themselves up to be the next Ting Tings. In tonight’s live setting, the prove that they have all the talent to back up that scrappy demeanour.
It’s clear from the off that The Brudenell is Drenge’s natural home. A deliciously frantic version of Bloodsports incites pogoing and three desperate moshpits, quite a feat for the Brudy’s modest floor space. Seamlessly glides into Nothing, where Eoin forgets the words but clearly couldn’t give a toss, they display a knack for dirty, blues pop songwriting, delivered with nonchalance.
Facing away from the crowd and thrashing his instrument so often that he almost looks like a boy wizard riding his guitar like a broomstick, it is difficult to take your eyes off Eoin, his drawling voice draped over the fuzz-fest that is Let’s Pretend, quite the feat considering the four-limbed thrashing that is occurring just inches away courtesy of his little bro. The noise from two people is quite formidable, and incredibly exciting considering the personal, intimately bleak nature of their songwriting. If they continue to combine the two, they might well on their way to working their way up in the House of Commons.