T in the Park review: Disclosure, King Tut’s Tent

As an avowedly mainstream pop act with their roots in dance music, Disclosure are hardly novel fare at T In The Park.

Picture: Greg Macvean

But Guy and Howard Lawrence have been singled out for special praise by a music press starved of credible alternatives: their high-spec hybrid of polished UK garage and crystalline vocalists is a much smoother tonic than the cement-mixer subtlety of David Guetta’s Eurodance, or the screeching EDM of the equally popular Skrillex.

Though Disclosure are not quite on a par with either two where the bean-counters are concerned, the attendance at King Tut’s would suggest otherwise - lines of people snake out from every entrance long after the start of the gig, slowly wriggling into what little space remains inside.

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Opting to showcase their own material via a live set over a DJ set-up (though it’s difficult to see what creative advantage this affords them beyond the ability to shout “T In The Park!” at every interval), the brothers foreground their poppiest material, much of which is sung back to them by a youthful, exuberant crowd in full voice. Whatever the limits of a show largely devoid of personality, they’re going to need a bigger tent next year.