After about three years of anticipation, one night of exhiliration trancended on Glasgow.
Playing once again at King Tut's- the band, had matured in sound and looked far more comfortable, calm and collected than their last gig in Scotland.
Not that the sonic-youth esque madness, and back and forth nature of the lead singer come drummer, come keboarder, come precussionist... had tempered. Neither too has the shared love of trying different electronic, and rock and roll beats- the whole band seem pretty open hearted about trying new sounds, injecting more passion and whipping up some strange caveman/big box dancing into the crowd.
The whole place did not start jumping- when the shouts for 'one more tune...' began, but others were too transfixed... Like when you see an amazing accident.
If your going to do something it is worth doing it well, and the mix of 80's synth, Geeky keyboards, and late 80's-90's guitar bashing sound like a shortcut to soulless contrivied naff- but it is in the effort and the journey that produces this amazing unfolding rythym that binds the whole thing together like a plane crash in reverse.
Coupled with the lyrics- which are pretty thoughtful, although dulled by the PA system on Friday, they show that the peices falling together were more than just freak accident.
Mon the Longcut