Dignan Porch have a knack for writing pop songs that are short and odd and great (like Guided By Voices) of fucking around with compulsive noise (like Times New Viking) and sounding like they’re playing songs backward while moving forward (like Woods).
Last night they plugged in the songs from their excellent Tendrils album and set off on a course of psychedelic madness and pop magic.
If Dignan Porch raised the roof off the Windmill then headliners Weekend tore noise pop a new arsehole. They rattled the gates of hell, danced with the devil and were fucking phenomenal. You have to see this band. And if you haven’t already bought Sports, then you must and play it LOUD until the police are called.
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