Live Review
The Twilight Sad at The Harley, Sheffield
The Twilight Sad
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The Twilight Sad have long been painted as Scotland’s nearly men, playing second fiddle as the Frightened Rabbits and Biffy Clyros surge past. Their first tour since the departure of bass player Craig Orzel, the band look and sound like they may finally be step up to the next rung of the rock’n’roll ladder. Shivering guitars course down the spine as singer James Graham takes a brooding stance, resolutely avoiding the gaze of the crowd. ‘Reflections In The Television’ lays the distortion on thick over lumbering drums, while, thanks to its soaring choruses, ‘That Summer at Home’ is the kind of breathy, atmospheric folk that Celtic bands do best. Shaking his head until it becomes a blur, Graham battles unseen demons, collapsing broken on the stage. Casting a nervous sidelong glance, he belts out ‘Cold Days From The Birdhouse’ accompanied by only the slightest fluttering of drums. With painstaking deliberation he picks out every word and hurls it into the faces of the crowd, before charging headlong into a euphoric hum. This could be their last chance for ‘the big time’, but it’s their best one yet.

By Kate Parkin


Originally published in issue 16 (vol 3) of Loud And Quiet. April 2010