We had few expectations from the last time we saw Disclosure. It was two years ago, and took place in a crowded venue with little visibility, with the exception of an occasional guitar peeking out above the sea of people for those shorter than 5’5”. Still, we managed to have a good time and enjoy the music and our night.
This time, the duo played at the newly rebranded Revention Music center. The place was exactly the same as when it was the Bayou Music Center, down to the Jack Daniels bar in the basement, with the exception of banners hanging from the second story balcony. It was a nice new gloss on a familiar face.
Although this isn’t a traditional dance music venue, this is still a perfect one for dance music. We could see everything, the sound and visuals were on point, and the staff were incredibly quick. Our only complaints were the strictness of the door people – there was nothing posted on what we could or couldn’t bring in, and they were making women toss lipstick/chapstick, gum, or anything that wasn’t air or tampons. Warn a lady, and NEVER make her throw out her makeup, that’s just cruel!
We arrived during the last 20 minutes of Honey Dijon’s set. This was a great warm up of house classics, including The Bucketheads’ “The Bomb!” It was great to go to a major show like this where the warm up DJ got the crowd really moving! We grabbed a frosty adult beverage, and picked out a spot around some nice new friends and danced in anticipation.
Disclosure started right on time, to lots of fanfare. They started out with “White Noise,” and banged out hits like “Omen,” “Ready and Able,” and “Moving Mountains” with Brendan Reilly showing up as a special guest and singing! Unlike their last show at Warehouse Live, we could actually see most everything. The brothers had a great set up, with Guy on the left on the drums and keyboards, and Howard on the right doing vocals, keys, and bass (maybe guitar too? We honestly couldn’t see THAT well.) We were amazed at Howard’s vocals throughout the show – he can seriously sing! The stage show was great, and the visual perfectly timed. We sang along and cheered and danced until our clothes were drenched.
As we trailed out of the venue in a sea of sweaty, smiling faces, there was a man out front drumming on a couple of large plastic pails. The vibe was still strong in everyone, so another small dance party formed on the front porch. I’m certain that many people carried that vibe long afterward.
Journalist/blogger since 2009 and music lover since 1980. Bex now travels the world and writes and takes photos of dance events, creates art in various media, sings quietly to her cat in the shower, and occasionally builds something that tends to involve a blowtorch. She can usually be seen hiding behind some sort of camera rig.
