shit disco - kingdom of fear

Rife with degenerate party spirit, ‘Kingdom of Fear’ wastes little time in introducing itself. Howling like a demonic Joe Strummer, Joel Stone energizes the troops with a rally of whoops, hollers and the repetitive call to arms of ‘1! 2! I know Kung Fu!’ while the incessant bee bop of ‘Reactor Party’ with its plodding cartoonish casio tones and barked vocals probably saw him dementedly chasing his tail. Wit, relentless energy and an invading sense of the good times are hammered out to a melange of clamoured, incoherent mumblings, delicious falsettos and disco funk laden goodness. There’s little in the way of variation but when it’s as raucously infectious and gloriously shambolic as ‘Kingdom of Fear’ there’s no thought of a come down. Much like that pesky STD you just couldn’t shake off, some might find Sh*tDisco’s contagious belligerence too much to handle. For everyone else, they’re here to remind you just how much fun it was getting it in the first place.