The band rip into their first delicious opening chord and instantly it hits you hard in the soul. With the setting sun creeping through the dirty old windows of the dis-used library, this feels romantic and giddy and secret.
This is Indie-Pop with a greater edge, a solid rush of euphoria deposited via a lush wall of sound, here bouncing off foundations much more used to the hush and quiet of empty Thursday afternoons of people flicking absent-minded through dusty old periodicals.
A glorious play through the majority of their Out Of View album and The History Of Apple Pie are done. What a great moment, what a great experience to have shared here, in this place, and in
The audience file out of the venue. But what next, what could top that?