The refracted light show falls like coins through the air at The Roundhouse, and Johnny Marr stands at its epicentre, face raised to the heavens, eyes closed, hands stroking his glittered Fender Jaguar.
Entering the stage to a foreboding, haunting whir that brought to mind the sound of the Tardis materialising from deep outer space, Franz Ferdinand instantly conveyed a timelord’s aura, with their jovial poise, funky shirts and Alex Kapranos’ charming, wry charisma. Scanning over the crowd with a mischievous smile whilst coolly sat on his stool like a 50’s lounge singer, Kapranos began with the air of a man unfazed by expectation; unshaken by the challenges that come with being best known for the glories of the past rather than the shimmer of the present.
One of the many great things about Edinburgh trio Young Fathers is the way that they seem to defy the predictable trajectory of the pop career. Some of the greatest bands in musical history like The Smiths or Stone Roses have become a little flabby around the edges after a while, either adding superfluous musicians where they're not needed or lengthening their tracks to so called 'epic' proportions. Young Fathers seem to be going the other way.
Plenty of 18th birthday parties have queues for the keg. Few have kegs full of beer specially brewed for the event. So as clued-up electro and roots fans grab a pint of Rodney P’s personal ale and raise a toast to birthday boys Paul Jonas and Robert Luis, the Roundhouse unanimously agrees that Tru Thoughts know how to throw a party. The terrace is crammed with pop up food stalls, the drinks are dedicated to the label’s biggest names and, from the off, the vibes are hotter than Carrie’s prom.