Caught the 5678's in Barfly, Glasgow last night. Between Tarantino and the Carling ad, the Tokoyo trio has attracted a jam packed to the point of stowed crowd. These shows were booked before the hysteria started and could quite easily have been moved but the deal was honoured. Had to catch a train back so we only caught half the set but their organic to the point of shambling take on this stuff we call rock and roll is pretty intoxicating when they get going. The momentum kind of slips with lengthy between song breaks but if they ever get it together to blast a Ramones type segued set then we're in trouble. I hope this audience will learn from their brush with this and that at least some of them will catch the sickness that the band's records are steeped in. As it is, leaving early on a "school night", did no chuffing good whatsoever as I didn't hear the alarm this morning. This music is evidently a bad influence and it made me skip work today, that - as much as anything, must mean that they're doing something right.
Show openers OBE were woeful. Imagine Franz Ferdinand fronted by one of the Farm to create some kind of baggy, angular take on The Music or that ilk of awful faux cacophonous twaddle. Next up were The Needles from Aberdeen who whilst I don't mind them, they weren't exactly appropriate for the occasion either. What was appropriate though was Neil MacInnes between song disc spinning. I need to find out when his club night is on and post some info on that. If you're in Glasgow to coincide then that'd deffo be worth catching.
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