Lemonsuckr hit the stage like a blistering shock to the system, an intoxicating blur of feverish punk energy and spellbinding electronic chaos. ‘Dead Disco’ opens a set that never lets up, gripping The 100 Club by the throat and refusing to loosen its hold. ‘Instant Kinks’ is a ready-made firestarter, and as lights blaze across the room, their intentions are impossible to miss. Members dive into the crowd, sweat flies, and one thing becomes obvious: Lemonsuckr are ready to lead a riot, and after tonight, there’s going to be an army waiting to join them.
Automated messages, skin-ripping guitar breakdowns and emo anthems begging to be tattooed. That’s Kissing On Camera. From the first second they hit the stage, they’re electric. Tracks from their debut EP 'Baby Names' take on a heavier, more urgent life in the room, with ‘Corner Couch’ and ‘Voice Actor’ colliding at breakneck speed. Most striking is just how at ease they are. Their music feels like it’s tearing up the rulebook and tapping straight into the nervous energy in the pit of your stomach. Kissing On Camera already sound like a band with a rich back catalogue; the best part is we get to watch it unfold in real time.
By the time Do Nothing appear for their headline moment, a palpable excitement ripples across the room. Packed wall to wall, anticipation buzzing, tonight is a front-row reminder of just how brilliant they are. Few bands soundtrack modern life and all its jagged edges quite like them. ‘Happy Feet’, ‘Summer Of Hate’ and ‘Nerve’ crash through the air with such force that at times the crowd’s roar almost drowns out Chris’s vocals. It captures everything that has brought Do Nothing to this point, their energy tightened and purposeful, every movement sure-footed.
Tonight, though, is also a glimpse at what comes next. A run of brand new songs lands with stunning confidence. ‘Stars’ is a mysterious, synth-led descent into the darker corners of romance. ‘Act Natural’ is a swampy, electro-spun strut built to get heads bobbing and hands in the air within seconds. ‘Smile’ rides a chopping riff into a closing refrain made to be screamed back at maximum volume. Each new track finds Do Nothing sounding bolder, sharper and more self-assured than ever, a band ready to kick down every door in front of them with the arsenal to back it up.
As ‘LeBron James’ detonates across The 100 Club and ‘Handshakes’ turns the room into a choir, Do Nothing put London and the world on notice. They’ve already captured hearts, but they’re not stopping there. They’re aiming much higher, and after tonight, it’s clear they’re ready for all of it.
