Los Porcos, Madame JoJo’s, London

When did dance-offs become exciting again? When did acting like a loon and sporting the worst dad dancing in existence start being cool?

To be perfectly blunt, it never has been and it never will be. But somehow Los Porcos (a band consisting of members from Wu Lyf, FAMY and Profondo) invite an atmosphere that embraces all these ridiculous oddities.

For starters, consider that every member of the band is in all-white. Arthur Yates sports a dressing-gown, for crying out loud. The scene plays out like a bunch of sinners embracing a heavenly afterlife in the form of tasteless disco classics. Sunglasses, bongo drums, two guitarists, beaming smiles. It’s ridiculous.

Los Porcos is an inside joke, essentially. It’s like CSS circa-2008 with disco revivalism. It’s like Fred Spector bringing nostalgic pop to the forefront. Everyone’s in on the joke, from smirking frontman Bruce Yates to the packed-out Madame Jojos crowd. The whole thing somehow shuns irony. Hoards of onlookers bound onto the stage by the time the seven-piece launch into closing track ‘Talkin’ Bout Makin’ Love’. Los Porcos represent something that everyone subconsciously wants to latch onto, even if it’s tasteless, stupid, hilarious.

Take a step back from the arms aloft, frenzied reception to new single ‘Sunshine’ and it’s shocking just how damn smooth the band’s sound is. It’s nigh on free of flaws. The fact that it encourages this kind of furore makes barely any sense. Few other bands could pull this off. Tongues firmly in cheek, this feels like the beginning of something exciting, all-embracing and downright rude.