After a 2 years absence, Byron Bay’s own prodigal son – Splendour in the Grass – returned to where it all began. It’s grown up a bit, and although unable to cater to the 30,000 strong crowds of Woodford, 17,000 folk were seemingly happy to swap dust for mud and return to what I’m sure every other review will refer to as its ‘spiritual home’.
No camera gear travelled with me, so just a few snaps and some words.
Splendour In The Grass
Having missed them at Splendour in the Grass due to set time clashes, I was pretty happy to get a pass to snap these guys at incredibly short notice.
The 5 piece, led by lead vocalist Charlie Fink have struck radio gold lately with L.I.F.E.G.O.E.S.O.N. (if you’ve not heard it, have a listen and just try getting it out of your head), but their talents go far deeper.
Opening with Give A Little Love from their debut album Peaceful, The World Lays me Down, the stage was set for a night which showcased tunes from all three of their albums.
Not surprisingly though, current album Last Night on Earth featured heavily, with latest single Tonight’s The Kind of Night getting a great reception from the 700 strong crowd in Melbourne.
Closing with their most well known tune, I had the same problem I’d had many times after hearing the tune of late – getting it out of my head on the way home.
Having spent the last year touring the UK and supporting some big name acts in U2 and the Kings of Leon, the Glaswegians seemed to revel in the cosy atmosphere of the Monday night Melbourne crowd.
Armed with an arsenal of songs from their self titled 2008 debut album, and current offering Euphoric Heartbreak, the NME darlings blew the crowd away for their 90 minute set. The opening salvo of World Is Yours and You were topped only by a whole crowd singalong of It’s My Own Cheating Heart That Makes Me Cry.
Frontman James Allan was clearly blown away by the crowd involvement and seemed to feed off it. A curious crowd request for a cover of Supersonic by Oasis was honoured, at least up until the end of the first verse when Allan forgot the lyrics.
With deep rooted drums, driving guitars, and a vocal from a very comfortable frontman that hits you like a Scottish barfight, Glasvegas had the crowd eating out of the palm of their hands, with Allan at times taking you to his homeland and at others wishing you had subtitles.
It’s always good to hear someone sing in their native accent. So many vocalists subconsciously adopt some bizarre trans-atlantic singing voice, whereas Allan could never be accused of hailing from anywhere but Glasgow. He makes Billy Connolly seem like a fine purveyor of the Queen’s english.
Highlights tonight included the rousing Geraldine, the already mentioned It’s My Own Cheating Heart That Makes Me Cry, finale Daddy’s Gone and first set closer Go Square Go. “Here we fucking go”? Indeed.