Taking to the stage accompanied by the low rumble of their intro music Glasvegas don't look overawed, of course they're probably getting used to this, and they fire up their guitars welding their noise to that emitted by the PA.
This isn't quite what I was expecting. I thought more bluff pop rock was on the cards. Instead this has an air of threat and contempt. It's a cloud of building squall and dimly lit stage. Maybe I'm wrong, I think, perhaps Glasvegas are meeting the acclaim and attention head on with a hardened front. Or maybe we're being sold a pup by The Man and this is the true Glasvegas, who knows?
It's almost funny to witness the crowd in small puzzled pockets waking up gradually to the tone of the set. The tunes are there of course - the ‘hits’, the aforementioned “Daddy's Gone” “It’s My Own Cheating Heart" most noticeable - and they do stand out like glowing hot coals amidst the embers of the rest of the set which isn’t quite so instant. There’s more than a passing reason to images The Clash hanging out along the M8 rather than Westway – not only in the look, but with the self deprecating, sneering vocal and the social commentary of the the lyrics. Maybe I’m reaching?
It matters not one iota in the end though. We've seen them play and if a clutch of bodies leave perhaps slightly confused as to their true personality it's more than most bands manage. Not a gushing recommendation but an honest to God attempt at saying they had its moments.
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