Viva Glasvegas!

Thanks to Mark from The Daily Mirror, I got to see the wonderful Scots who are Glasvegas on 15/12/08 in the Spring and Airbrake, Belfast. Support - White Lies. (Tickets bribed with promise of a review).

Picture the scene, it’s Christmas – you’re heating your leftover Supernoodles in a foil tray over a dying candle. All alone – your dog has just died. Your ma is in the nuthouse. Your da’s gone. You wander over to the cooker in the Father Ted-like kitchen and switch the gas on. Just as you’re being succumbed by the fumes, a Glasvegas track is played over the tranny…wait! You do have a reason to live, everything is kinda shite, but they will sing you all better. You remove your head from the oven, full of groggy new hope… you go to the window of your tenth floor flat, part the dingy curtains, open the window for a gasp of fresh air - then fall out of it.

*Whistley wind noise*

Flowers and football tops opens the evening. Stage lighting makes them appear like figures from a film. A damn good film. The lights were timed to be blinding and disorientating just at the right moments, as you get stunned by the music. All songs were very well received especially Geraldine, Go Square Go and Daddy’s gone. A steady steam of songs, James Allan was note perfect, a great live band. Setlist included It’s my own cheating heart that makes me cry, Lonesome swan, Polmont on my mind, Please come back home, Ice cream van, A snowflake fell (and it felt like a kiss)and Stabbed.

My only complaints are I never got to hear their version of “Everybody’s got to learn sometime.” One of the most endearing gigs I’ve ever had the pleasure to witness.