Following the release of their latest single ‘Hurricane’, Drones Club graced the stage at Shoreditch’s premiere music venue for a night of crocodile masks, balaclavas and sonic mind fuckery.
Performing a rapturous set of the old and new the blessed Drones Club bestowed an unholy communion onto the hapless audience filled with thundering techno and sparse choral arrangements.
Having frequented temples of bizarre evangelical worship in my youth I always feel oddly nostalgic when Drones steal the show. People in funny costumes dancing around isn’t anything ground breaking but the way the collective package, deliver and highlight the blatant silliness of organised religion and cultism is fairly humorous whilst also being intelligent and complex. All the embellishments aside Drones are offering something tangible, the chance to be a part of something and to not conform.
So, on that note, I await eagerly the outstretched hand of a blessed Drone.
Images by Miles Tuddenham, view more tuddenham.xyz
Words by Aaron Powell