There is, admittedly, room to swing several cats in The Assembly, but that only adds to the sense that we’re in ‘best kept secret’ territory, part of a covert test group for some weapons-grade garage rock. Because that’s what Taipei Houston deliver.
They take to the stage with so little fanfare that no-one notices, with Myles well settled behind his kit by the time the sporadic whoops of recognition pipe up, prompting the drummer to smile coyly from beneath tumbling curls. But when he and Layne launch into proceedings, the grins are gone and it’s all business.
Respecter, teased on social media last year, is broadly indicative of the band’s sound, sporting a Jack White-esque howl atop a wall of distorted bass and incessant drumming – and delivered, presumably, just as it was created: in a small, sweaty room.