By Kenny McMurtrie
September 10, 2013
2 Many DJs‘ well deserved reputation & strength lies in their ability to mix virtually anything with anything else. That element of not knowing quite what you’re going to get on any given night is half the fun.
It can though also be the factor that leads to the experience being less enjoyable than hoped for.
Having missed tonight’s initial two support performers we sasahyed in around 11pm as JD Twitch (one half of the equally eclectic Optimo) was opening up. The venue clearly wasn’t filled to capacity by this point and plenty of punters were taking advantage of the balcony seating being available, no doubt in a bid to conserve energy for the expected dance mayhem of the headliners. As warm ups go the Twitch set was pretty comfy & warm with quite a martial bassline being worked throughout it so it seemed to do a pretty efficient job of loosening the limbs of those that took to the dancefloor early on.
Somewhere between Midnight and 1am, when the crowd had been swelled by both Scottish and Belgian supporters following the two teams meeting at Hampden Park earlier in the night, 2 Many DJs took over control of the technology and began to do their stuff. Working in the theme tune from Dragnet the fists were in the air and voices raised in welcome as they dropped in an unexpected early break, before the largely House-oriented set ploughed on.
Which, ultimately was where the night lost its sparkle for me. The higher level of variety, despite latterly such acts as Hot Chip, Beastie Boys and Blur getting a look in, just wasn’t there in the mix tonight so my interest waned and crowd-watching became more interesting (listening to speeding Glaswegians trying to outdo each other with their tales of drug intake etc.). The venue itself, whilst normally one I like in terms of sound quality and other aspects, didn’t compliment the duo as well as, say, Glasgow’s Arches where I’ve caught them in the past. Having projected images that were tiled in the centre of their screens, rather than fully filling them struck an amatuerish note and The Stooges’ ‘I Wanna Be Your Dog’ came over as a rather obvious and easy rabble rouser to employ in the closing out of the show.
The Dewaele Brothers though were snapping away with their camera at the end of the night and obviously chuffed with the reception the crowd down on the floor had given them so clearly for the bulk of those attending this could be filed away as a successful night on it. Maybe more of the venue’s overpriced booze should have gone down my throat or something.
Many thanks to Helen Rollo for the photograph.