Glasgow King Tut’s
Six months ago Golden Silvers stood upon the Tut’s stage and apologised for their sampler being broken. They were worried that they might sound ‘a bit shit’ as a result. They didn’t. They really, really didn’t, and with everything in full working order Glasgow waits for their return with bated breath.
Yes Giantess open proceedings and quickly make their mark before Local Natives take to the stage and prove too hot to handle. Or so the alarms think anyway. As bells sound and red lights flash we start the strange business of filing out into the street. A lesser band might be thrown by the disruption but sitting somewhere between the ethereal folk magic of Fleet Foxes and the manically complicated beats of The Dodos, Local Natives completely steal the show.
Whilst people are still poring back into the venue they are already engrossed in a wondrous mix of vocal harmonies and deft instrumentation that lifts the soul. They finish the set immersed in strobes and tearing every last shred of passion from the best of an imperious body of songs.
The Tut’s crowd are nothing if not receptive and Marina And The Diamonds are greeted with particularly noisy adoration. The Welsh songstress’s lyrics are voraciously returned as she writhes and dances through a tight set and she represents the perfect precursor for a headline act that are more than worth the wait.
Golden Silvers have evolved into a frighteningly good live outfit and Gwilym Gold fits neatly into the aesthetically unique line of London singers that spans from Joe Strummer to Ian Dury.
His drained expression and vaguely slurred vocals are a neat counterpoint to the cheery pop songs he delivers and whilst the sound has all the trappings of the 80’s and might lazily be written off as pastiche there’s plenty to get excited about here.
The live roster has been boosted by another set of keys and another voice. Drummer Alexis Nunez tells me that they’re ‘going for a bigger sound’, and boy is he right. The beautifully extended True Romance is vastly superior to its previous incarnations whilst ‘Magic Touch’ delivers twice the punch.
A spirit of invention and a refusal to settle for anything less than fresh, bristling pop tunes sets Golden Silvers apart and Arrows of Eros closes the night as a perfect summation of all that makes them wonderful. Golden indeed.
All photos by Euan Anderson