GLAS'fucking'VEGAS

No post yesterday, was feeling a bit fuzzy headed after a few beers on Friday night when I went to see GLASVEGAS in Hertford, what a great fuckin’ night; brilliant venue, good vibe, nice ‘n’ friendly, just like places I used to see bands; a real intimate see in to the whites of their eyes place. Two support bands the brilliantly named THOMAS TANTRUM and the not so well named but surprisingly good KICKS, who specialise in Rock music as it used to be played during the 80’s. Hints of early U2 a slight trace of Killing Joke maybe? a slight drop of Verve/Oasis swagger along with driving guitars, catchy hooks and a real passion and enthusiasm for what they are doing, and nice people for putting up with a gibbering drunk slurring to them about how they were better than shit like The Courteeners etc , which they are. They’ve released one limited edition single, check it out here! and are presently recording their debut album with Youth producing. Here’s hoping they get a little bit more than 15 minutes. My girlfriend wasn’t too impressed with Kicks; she found it a bit ‘lads metal’ ???? yeah whatever, maybe.. but hey I’m a sucker for a bit of cock rock sometimes, not that Kicks were anything of the sort, (it just gave me an excuse for slipping in a dodgy Carry On innuendo.) Now THOMAS TANTRUM on the other hand, she loved, I thought they were OK, a bit twee and jangly for me, but saying that they were a lot better than a lot of the shit the music biz try and sell to the punters. Speaking of which, lets take a look at the headliners GLASVEGAS. The new darlings of NME and Radio One. The next big thing, another bunch of Rock’n’Roll saviours, but are they any good? Well yes they fuckin’ are!, but I knew that anyway having been listening to their Home Tape for the past couple of months and gagging to see if they could cut the mustard live, and yes they fuckin’ could. Dark, intense, brooding but still uplifting. Jesus and The Mary Chain meet a 50’s do wop group on the streets of switchblade Britain 2008. Their songs tell tales of absent fathers Daddy’s Gone, school yard violence Go Square Go, social workers Geraldine, and more violence Gonna Get Stabbed, which they didn’t play live. Now if I was their record company I’d have released that as their new single, not Geraldine, but that’s just my twisted sense of humour. Glasvegas songs are a real snap shot into the live’s of young people today written and played in a way that oldies can sill relate to. Beutifull and brilliant, a very special band who are gonna get a lot more than 15 minutes, but lets hope they don’t lose their and soul and purity, cos they seemed genuine and humble folk. If you wanna check out what all the fuss is about their Home Tapes are here!