Grunge-y noise boys Dinosaur Pile-Up have recently finished their almost completely sold out UK tour, and we swung by to catch their rowdy set at The Garage in London.
They’ve brought Leeds based genre benders Fizzy Blood  who tear up the 600 capacity venue with their big Royal Blood-esque riffs and funky basslines, this band can go from suave to brutally energetic in 0.2 seconds and the outcome makes them a refreshingly distinctive act to witness. Soon after, Demob Happy  time warp straight out of the 70s and onto the stage, complete with satin shirts and leather jackets. Their melodic, psychedelic vocals lull the room into a false sense of security before they unleash their chunky bass riffs ready for some head banging action.
Dinosaur Pile-Up  arrive onstage, launch into debut album Growing Pains ‘Birds & Planes’. It isn’t until they follow it up with ‘My Rock & Roll’ that the room suddenly bursts into life, a small mosh pit is started and frontman Matt Bigland tells the crowd “At the end of this tour, I don’t wanna be like oh yeah Bristol was good... I wanna be like wow London was RIDICULOUS!”. With that, the frantic tones of ‘Red And Purple’ begin and this wish is granted, the pit grows larger, and a couple of crowdsurfers appear to satiate his appetite for a ferociously good show. The band don’t even have to prompt fans to start clapping along to ‘Peninsula’, as hands are raised to the sky, keeping time with eachother in perfect symphony.
A softer, solo intro to ‘Derail’ brings the tone of the room down for a more emotional outpour, the small sea of people singing “You! Yeah, Youuuu!” back at Matt before the entire band bring it back up a notch, adding bass and drums back into the mix. After a blisteringly loud ‘White T-Shirt and Jeans’, the Dino lads unknowingly run through ‘Mona Lisa’ with no PA system, as it broke within the first five seconds of the song. It’s a good thing everyone else knows the words, as though nobody can hear Matt, the crowd sing the entire song before DPU have to take a momentary break mid set while the sound system is repaired. The band fear the loss of momentum on the show as they arrive back onstage, but are quickly proven wrong by the reaction to a boisterous bounce around to ‘Friend Of Mine’.
“This is our last song” lies Bigland through his teeth as they push the limits of just how wide the crowd can open up in a relatively small venue during ‘Anxiety Trip’. However, anybody that knows the band even casually wouldn’t accept them leaving without playing THAT song (you know the one we’re one about). Before this however, the band bust out a terrific cover of Weezers classic hit ‘Say It Ain’t So’. Reaching the end of the night, sixteen songs later, it’s time. Time for chaos, as they bring out their ace in the hole, ‘11:11’ (Yeah that’s the one we’re on about). The pit is now wall to wall across the width of the venue, everyone knows the words and nobody is standing still. “Come on London this is your last chance! You all know the words right? ELEVEN ELEVEN!” roars Matt as The Garage erupts into complete disorder.
Dinosaur Pile-Up have absolutely (T-)Rex’d the place (we had to make at least one Dino pun, come on), and proven that despite much of their UK tour presence consisting of festival and support slots, they are more than capable of being a strong headlining act in their own right.