With song titles like “It’s My Own Cheating Heart That Makes Me Cry” and “Pain, Pain Never Again” Glasvegas have a supernatural penchant for drama. Opening their final show of this tour with the shimmering “The World Is Ours,” it could be argued the dour Glaswegan trio (plus new Swedish drummer, Jonna Löfgren, a spitfire, FYI) peaked early on. Indeed as the night grew on, the sold out crowd began to thin. Long stretches of lead vocalist/miscreant James Allen incoherently rambling between tracks delighted half the crowd and embarrassed the rest. The band certainly enjoyed it. And their devil may care stage presence certainly translates well onto MP3, so I just count that as part of the show. Later on, we saw a man punch a woman in the neck. In the neck. (We later found out she’s decided not to press charges. Good for her. People can be so litigious nowadays) The guy was pulled out by his foot. Drama. SO Glasvegas. Soon after, the band quieted the rumbling crowd with an awesome version (is there any other) of “Go Square Go.” A song so fun the audience collectively wet their pants. I’m assuming. I’d like to have heard a few more tracks from the debut, or even something from their hilariously titled Christmas EP A Snowflake Fell And It Felt Like A Kiss, but a stomping version of “Daddy’s Gone” closed out the show shambolically. A good time was had by all. Except that lady who was punched in the neck.
Written with Grant Levy
