Two kings of the indie dancefloor unite for a warm, timeless take on 20th century pop and rock
Sons & Daughters : QMV Glasgow, June 9
Franz’s pals make music to strip your skin off to
Tonight, though, they throw the kind of ghoulish party that makes everyone present want to take off their skin and dance around in their bones. From the razor-toothed rockabilly swagger of ‘Taste The Last Girl’ to the spaghetti western-sounding murder mystery ‘Rama Lama’, the boxcar country of ‘Monsters’ to the drunken death-ceilidh of latest single ‘Dance Me In’, each song is a pristine mini-movie like the three-minute film-script pitches Nick Cave once specialised in. It doesn’t hurt either that, in boyfriend/girlfriend front couple Adele Bethel and Scott Paterson, Sons And Daughters possess the kind of compelling chemistry that makes Jack and Meg look like nervous blind daters on their first meeting. She spills around the stage in a sequined cocktail dress like Judy Garland drunk on Sunset Strip and boasts a voice akin to walking on drawing pins.
He’s got the just-crept-out-of-the-sewer growl and looks disconcertingly like he might cough up black blood at any moment. Fortunately, he doesn’t, but a crowd-pleasing cover of The Stranglers’ leery pub-punk hit ‘Nice’N’Sleazy’ (in tribute to the Glaswegian indie bar of the same name) is almost as deadly.
Closing with the disarmingly cheery ‘Blood’, the atmosphere is so black it’s almost a surprise to emerge into the late-evening Scots sunlight rather than, say, a smoky waterfront bar or a graveyard. And through it all, Ailidh kept her muffler on. Perfect.
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