In the world of patchouli-smelling and nugget-smoking noodle-dancers (hippies, that is…of both the genuine and pseudo variety) the Disco Biscuits are the derelict bastard-child – the dark and gritty element that offers contrast to a music scene full of unicorns, hula-hoops and fans that would, quite honestly, put a funnel to their ears to catch every drop of ejaculate from Trey Anastasio’s heroin-riddled penis. It is certainly a nice change of pace to see improvisational, psychedelic music that is raw and unforgiving and the Disco Biscuits consistently bring that to the table. The Disco Biscuits started the infusion of electronic music into improvisational rock, a fairly new sub-genre of music with solid roots in Philadelphia.
It would be difficult to find more critical music fans than that of the Disco Biscuits. The band draws equal amounts of love and hate from their devoted head-boppers and fist-pumpers… often resulting in overly-critical and caustic reviews of their shows and efforts. The fans are rabid and dedicated, from rambling non-stop about the thirty-four minute version of “Crickets” to cursing the band out for not bringing their best effort on a particular night or only playing two and a half hours instead of three. From outside of the “scene,” the cult-like following of the Disco Biscuits can be difficult to comprehend. It is a band that takes a little bit of effort to begin enjoying, but is well worth it in the end. Music fans would be wise to give these home-town boys a chance because lumping them in with the plethora of generic Phish-flavored wank-a-thon bands is simply not fair.
"The EVIL SHOW" 10/28/99