It’s quite an achievement to have outgrown the size of venues you’re playing on the first night of your sell-out UK tour, a week and a half before your debut album comes out – but that’s just what Glasvegas have done.
With a sound that’s been compared to everything from The Jesus & Mary Chain to Phil Spector to The Proclaimers (they’re Scottish, that’s about the only likeness), the Glaswegian (or should that be Glasvegan?) quartet of cousins James and Rab Allan, Caroline McKay and Paul Donoghue are, seemingly, everyone’s favourite new foursome.
Alan McGee spotted them, the NME love ’em – and Ian “Echo and the Bunnymen” McCulloch has called them “the best band since Nirvana”.
No pressure there, then.
It’s just a shame that they couldn’t have been playing a bigger venue; Barfly is a great intimate location, but with the echo, feedback and reverb that is so key to the Glasvegas sound, it was all a bit too distorted at times.
Not that it mattered to much of the packed crowd; arms aloft, a can of Red Stripe in one hand the other punching the air, many sang along to the football chant choruses of early singles Go Square Go, Daddy’s Gone (recently re-released) and the fabulously catchy Geraldine.
Each song is like a mini soap opera telling its own story; opener Flowers and Football Tops is a classic example, full of emotion and pathos, if not always a rock-out singalong.
They may only have had one album’s worth to peddle, but singer James (who is an uncanny lookalike for Joe Strummer – Wayfarers and 50s quiff and all) and the band still managed to entertain for a good 50 minutes.
Doubtless by the next time they tour, it’ll be the likes of the Academy or even NIA they will be filling; it’s nothing more than their sound and rising star deserve.