Death Cab for Cutie, Sleazys, Glasgow
Posted: January 26th, 2002, by Marceline SmithI went down to Nice’n’Sleazy’s last night to witness this new Emo craze I read about in the NME. Actually I haven’t seen this infamous article yet but I intend to pick up a copy today. I find it hilarious that the NME will be seeing a sales increase this week as previous readers like myself will buy a copy purely for the amusement of laughing at how out of touch the NME is. Maybe they should relaunch the NME as some kind of music satire publication.
Anyway, I did go out last night in some horrific weather conditions to see Death Cab for Cutie. I’ve still not gotten over Ian Scanlon calling me a wuss for not coming out to see Econoline during a blizzard and hey, I only got partially drenched. Wouldn’t have wanted to miss this gig anyway – it was an emo-fest like I’d never seen before. Never have I been in a room with so many people wearing emo jumpers [hang on, surely all jumpers are intrinsically emo?] and with unbelievable haircuts. It was kinda fun really.
So the support band was Roads To Siam who were pretty good indie rock. They reminded me of Colin’s songs in Eska. Which is probably why Colin from Eska was right down the front with his emo jumper on. hoho. sorry Colin…
I love Death Cab for Cutie and I’ve been listening to their last album way too much recently so I was hoping for great things. And they were perky and cute and the songs were great and they rocked out but the sound was so appalling that it wasn’t really that enjoyable. Hero of the night award to the guy in the audience who shouted for, and got, the vocals to be turned up. After that, it got along a good bit better with them playing the new single and the classic ‘Company Calls’ double song. Songs from the new album were sounding cool as well but the night was a little bit disappointing all round. Shame.
Marceline Smith
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