This is the fourth time Spanish Garage quartet Hinds have played in Glasgow in just under two years; their first UK tour back in 2014 was the beginning of their world domination attempt, and as far as world domination attempts go, not many other bands as young as Hinds can claim to be as fervently popular.
Their first two visits saw them pack Broadcast full of early fans and sceptics looking to assess whether the hype was really justified, but by the time a venue upgrade to Stereo was in order for their third show in the city, it was clearly evident that the whirlwind of likability Hinds left in their wake was genuine and backed up by the kind of charisma and scruffy charm that can’t be faked.
Their sound is rambunctiously shabby and driven by tempo-changes both pre-meditated and accidental – i.e. perfect for Broadcast’s small basement and Stereo’s slightly larger, erm, basement.
Tonight they take their hectic show to the bigger and much more spacious church venue of Saint Luke’s in Glasgow’s east end, and after being so convinced by their previous performances, it is with curiosity and anticipation that I await their response to their own growth.
The set begins with amp troubles for singer/guitarist Ana Perote, and co-front woman Carlotta Cosials relishes the time to tell the audience how much everyone loves Glasgow.
After, it’s clear what the order of the evening is: have fucking fun.
Encore piece ‘Davey Crocket’ earns a stage invasion and in a matter of seconds as the band is swallowed by the crowd and the music stops; only resuming when everyone listens to Cosials’ pleas to get off the stage.
I can’t quite stress how rough around the edges Hinds really are (wailing vocals that slip in and out of key, and such choppy guitar playing that Cosials momentarily forgets the opening riff to one song), but as Robin Williams said in Good Will Hunting, imperfections – “that’s the good stuff” – and Hinds, with their carelessness and determination to squeeze every drop of enjoyment from each moment, illustrate this idea wonderfully.
Their idiosyncrasies are laid bare and as a result, thousands of people around the world want to be their best friends, whether they can technically shred on guitar or not.
Words: Greg Murray