What We Do Is A Secret

What We Do Is A Secret

21 July, 2008
by: Domzig

I don't know what's with these fascists who just stick to one type of music when they go out; it’s like going to one of those all-you-can-eat buffet things in Fitzrovia and then just eating spring rolls. Take Vice's What We Do Is A Secret Party. The line-up looks like it was thrown together after a massive argument, where one guy was going "I want it to be a hardcore night" and the other was yelling, "nooo way douche, we're going electro".

What I enjoy most about this show, is that it sort of goes through phases like a kid growing up before your very eyes. First on are Dirty Money, Dead and Gone records latest beat down machine. "This is the weirdest show we've ever played" remarks the lead singer as he belts out fast-as-hell hardcore into the faces of the assembled fashion jet set. He is not wrong.

Still, for their part Dirty Money rip it up, firing out breakneck hardcore punk that sounds a bit like Bane and would have people crashing into each other if it wasn't 9 o'clock and everybody didn't have to work for a fashion magazine the next day.

Next up come Italio Disco duo Heartbreak, which sort of throws those people, who like me are there to get sweaty with a bunch of people who own both Modern Life is War albums. Still it's hard not to like a band whose singer looks like a cross between Crocket from Miami Vice and Freddie Mercury and who make a noise that is like Black Devil Disco Club playing to that party Lionel Ritchie went to in the video for 'Dancing On The Ceiling'.

The best thing about these guys is that the singer Muravchik just gets on it. He works up some real emotion and as he looks like a Latin lotherio, you kinda believe it. My mate Steve isn't mad into it, but I'm hi-fiving anyone within range after two songs.

One whisky and coke later and it's the turn of PRE to take the stage. These guys are the horniest band I’ve ever seen, a bunch of big guys fronted by this little Japanese girl who strips down to a bra and tights after two songs and precedes to throw herself around like a women doing an impression of a fire extinguisher with a massive hole in it.

Every song is like a mini-orgasm. You probably shouldn't allow yourself to think about new-wave punk played at 67976 MPH by a girl writhing around the floor yelping into a microphone whilst you're getting into it – but yeah, it is that good. They rip the place apart and it’s easy to see why everybody in New York is crazy about these guys right now.

One dance to Blurs 'London Loves' and a Somerfield pasta pot later and it’s time to reflect on what I have witnessed. Firstly that having a girl in your band that goes bezerek on a regular basis will make you well cool, and secondly, thrown together line-ups are definitely the way forward. Vive la difference!

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Domzig