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Every week, Spoonfed does a city-wide newsletter that selects the best upcoming event and recommends them to our (limited but enthusiastic) fan base.  It’s not often that I have the chance to attend any of the event, unless they’re art exhibitions that are open on the weekend, but yesterday I had the opportunity to swing by part of the Concrete and Glass festival to hear the Errors play at the Old Blue Last pub.  I was accompanied by an incredibly gentlemanly man who bought me both drinks and entrance to the concert although I don’t get the feeling I’ll be seeing him again (I don’t know which was more offputting for him – the fact that I was just barely 22 or the fact that I was a fiscal conservative and didn’t think Obama was God’s gift to mankind.  Shame, he was quite a great guy.)

In anycase, we arrived at the Old Blue Last at about 9:30pm just in time to hear the openers which were called something like Screaming Years… or Scream Year… or Scream and Cheer…. Whatever their name, they looked about fourteen years old.  They had stepped in at the last minute to fill the place of the opener who had dropped out (supposedly to attend a funeral.  What kind of excuse is that?).  I was completely distracted by the fact that the lead singer/guitarist/keyboardist looked absurdly like my brother which was a good thing not only in that I miss my brother but that I was distracted from their rather screamy vocals.  The music was great, however, very indie-rock, but it wasn’t a very long set and soon they were clearing the way for the Errors themselves.

My friend for the evening had heard the Errors before while at a music festival but hadn’t seen them lived since.  I had been warned they were fairly heavily influenced by electro sounds in addition to being instrumental rockers, which in general wouldn’t have sounded like my cuppa tea but I ended up really enjoying the show.  It was jam packed with barely room to move, let alone dance, and it was a great atmosphere for a concert.  The Errors wouldn’t have been my first choice of gig but they were fun, enthusiastic and, as my friend put it, apologetically Scottish.

Really, what more could you ask for?

One thought on “Concrete and Glass

  1. You know says:

    I find it funny that this “gentleman” remained nameless in your entire post. did you forget his name 🙂

    sounded like a fun evening

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