Friday, 16 November 2012
Band Of Horses
Band Of Horses
Back to the O2 Academy, my least favorite music venue in Glasgow. I hustled my way to the bar at the back and decided to stay in that vicinity to see if the sound system was more pleasant to the ear there. Or maybe it was my Scottish homing instinct to stay close to the service of alcohol. But it did make a bit of a difference. I was up close and personal with Laura Marling earlier this year but with the support act tonight I think being 50 yards to the rear did something to the acoustics and they sounded pretty good. They were a decent support act, that's two in a row, but I was hampered by a couple in front of me. They would occassionally lean over to whisper sweet nothings into their lover's ear but block out my view of the stage in the process. Cute but annoying, so for the main act I moved to a different vantage point. I noticed an older couple, maybe in their mid-fifties, sitting to my right. Maybe they just wanted a night out and bought tickets for 'Band of Horses' thinking 'that's a nice name for a band, they will surely sing gentle songs of nature'. Band of Horses are in fact a five piece rock band from Charleston, South Carolina. Having watched their music videos on YouTube I think they should change their name from Band Of Horses to Band of Beards, as there is an impressive array of facial hair on display. My own feeble whiskers pail in comparison to the lead singers prophetic growth. Their sound is actually difficult to pin down: they could be indie rock, alternative rock with a hint of country, etc. But live in concert they just rock, plain and simple. Live in concert you really appreciate them as a rock band. They didn't play as many songs from their new album as I had expected and quite a few of their songs I didn't recognise, as I own only two of their four albums, but it didn't really matter. They played most of my favorites. The Funeral. Is Their A Ghost? The Great Salt Lake. No Ones's Gonna Love You. And they played them with aplomb, gusto and an admirable energy that came across really well despite the shortcomings of the sound system. Even the older couple sitting to my right were grinning from ear to ear. I hope I'm like them in 20 years time. Never too old to rock!
Respect the beard.
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