November 24, 2024

This band is amazing, and so are these songs. Sorry if you don’t. 🪩 🕺🏼 💃🏾

Oooofah! Just another ''Norwood wide right'' night.

2011. Nevah Forget.

This wasn't June 4 '09 Lafayette Square good?

tbh, I'd be a little miffed.

Personally, I would have never written a setlist full of 3.0v songs; however, the Biscuits fuckin’ nailed it! Sorry, not sorry!

Who goes to see the Biscuits to hear the standard sections of their songs? Whoever took the time to create numerous fake accounts just to write a dissertation about absolutely nothing remotely interesting to say, definitely doesn’t match up with what everyone else has heard. The SMAGMA42/ Rump Roasters are definitely unintelligible asshat(s) who’s never got laid. To say this was the worse show of the year, I bet they loved that Long Island festival set.

The band had a blast, especially considering they had a bit of a rocky start this fall tour. However, this show ended the tour on a high note for the band.

Let’s just get this out of the way: last night’s Disco Biscuits show in Buffalo was a mess. Sure, the band showed up, the lights were trippy, and the crowd was ready—but what we got felt like a parody of the band we all love.

First off, the setlist. Apparently, Joey—yes, that Joey, the guy who’s somehow been to 500 shows (congrats, I guess?)—decided it was his time to shine. Rumor has it he wrote all the “new songs” they debuted last night with help from ChatGPT. Honestly, it shows. The lyrics were cringeworthy at best and incoherent at worst. “Lost in the Loop”? More like “Lost in Trying Too Hard.” And don’t even get me started on “Cosmic Remedy.” A band flying through space on futuristic drugs to save Earth? Sounds cool, but the execution felt like a rejected Saturday morning cartoon plot.

The jams, usually the Biscuits’ bread and butter, were flat and uninspired. Magner’s synths felt like he was phoning it in, and Brownie’s basslines were downright repetitive. Barber seemed lost half the time—though, to be fair, who wouldn’t be with material like this? Even Allen’s drumming couldn’t save it, and he’s usually the one holding everything together.

Back to Joey: I don’t know what’s more embarrassing, writing songs this bad or bragging about attending 500 shows as if that’s some kind of personality. We get it, Joey, you like the Biscuits. Maybe spend some time doing literally anything else.

The crowd, bless them, tried to stay engaged, but you could feel the energy drain as the night went on. People weren’t dancing—they were standing around, confused and slightly annoyed. By the encore (if you can even call it that), most people were heading for the exits.

To the troglodyte using sock accounts to review bomb the show and trash Joey - your mom's a hoe

I’m currently writing a cease and desist letter to Joey. He must be stopped

Was not there, but this is my first review. This show illustrates the biggest risk the band took all year (perhaps career) and it delivers. I’d like an invite when they perform Joey’s Greatest Hits Part II, because there’s enough leftover for another scorcher like this one. #B4L

Tree is that u?

But on a serious note. This is the best era for the band hands down.

Is this a joke? Were we at the same show last night?

Oh, and FUCK Trump.

By all that is holy and just, what in tarnation happened to music in this country? I went into that Town Ballroom, expecting a night of real entertainment, but what I got was a cacophony of noise masquerading as "art." Now, I’m no grumpy old man set in my ways—heck, I’ve danced to my fair share of lively tunes in my day—but this so-called "performance" was nothing but a bewildering, soulless racket.

First off, these fellas called themselves The Disco Biscuits, and let me tell ya, not a single biscuit was served to my soul that night. They had all the subtlety of a runaway steam train, and not the kind that carries you to a beautiful destination, but the kind that leaves you stranded in a cloud of smoke and confusion. Were they trying to play music, or just make noise for the sake of it? I couldn’t tell.

This newfangled electronic nonsense they call "jam" is beyond me. You couldn’t pick a melody out of a hat, and every time they took a so-called "break" to noodle around, it felt like I was listening to the clanging of pots and pans in a kitchen of chaos. I’ve heard better harmony coming from a band of Revolutionary War drummers than from this so-called "sophisticated" group.

And the crowd? Don't even get me started. There were folks in there, heads bobbing like they were half-robot, lost in a trance, but not one of ‘em seemed to know what they were actually listening to. This wasn’t the music of our forefathers, that’s for sure. It was just a bunch of noise designed to make folks forget the good, real music that once made our country great.

If you want to call yourself a "jam band," maybe you should try focusing on what made jam bands truly legendary—soul, rhythm, and a melody that can lift a man’s spirit. This was none of that. This was a slap in the face to the great American music tradition.

I left that place shaking my head, wondering where the music went. And I can tell ya, if I ever hear "The Disco Biscuits" again, it'll be too soon.

PS... To be blunt, if this Joey fella is supposed to be the one guiding the band through their so-called "jam sessions," I think it's time for a new navigator. This ain't the kind of music that’ll take us on a meaningful journey—this was more like a trip to nowhere.