There’s something about DOGS that makes them oddly familiar. And why do I get the feeling they’ll be the new dah-lings of the capital? It might be their snotty pop sound reminiscent of a mish mash of Libertines and Sex Pistols or their sneering yet decidedly Spinal Tap stage presence, but either way their wrong side of the river mentality at least puts on a good show.
With song titles like ‘What A Wanker’ and a liberal use of "cunt" it pretty much explains everything you need to know. Previous shows saw them incite mini riots in Camden strongholds, but on a bigger stage it falls somewhat flat. The songs have a polished anarchy to them which belies the abrasive, shock horror moniker they’re striving for. ‘London Bridge’ is a definite highlight, but for all the veneer of mock anger and resentment a sense of emptiness becomes all too evident.
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In many respects Dogs are still trying to discover themselves and should ignore what they’re supposed to be: a half measure until we’re force fed our next new favourite band. It’s also likely that whichever way they swing they’ll come out on top. Carving out a market for yourself is one thing, allowing too much influence is another. Become the troubled poets recording the seedy underbelly of London life and the tabloid press/NME coalition will be drooling with anticipation.
Still they’re a welcome alternative to The Others and overall that can’t be a bad reason. Hmm, perhaps I’ve been wrong all along and they are the saviours of music after all.
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