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Tame Impala, Nick Allbrook at Barrowlands, 8/9/15

It’s fair to say the atmosphere is at fever pitch for tonight’s show, the beast that Kevin Parker has created in Tame Impala are now on their third full length and they just seem to be getting stronger; plus tonight’s show is at the Barras, which makes any show that touch more special.

Opening up proceedings is Nick Allbrook, frontman of Aussie psychedelic rockers Pond, and his disjointed noise filled set warms the excitable audience quickly with an aggressive swagger that’s plenty attention grabbing.

Allbrook is clearly honoured to be on this tour, but he more than justifies his place on it, still as he thanks Tame Impala for letting him “yell at people” before calling them “one of the best bands we have” you get a sense something special is to come.

Whether Allbrook’s “we” is referring to Australia or the world is up for question, whatever sentiment it is, after the set we’re about to witness, I doubt anyone would argue with him on either point.

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An intense green light expands to a circle on the backdrop of the stage and as the band enters the fray it turns to a kaleidoscopic array of shapes before Parker and co. engulf the legendary ballroom.

An uplifting wall of noise drifts over the crowd before the disco enthused joy of ‘Let It Happen’ erupts into life before eventually giving way to a lavishly yet ladishly sing-along synth line and then the meandering brilliance of ‘Mind Mischief’.

The main question hanging over tonight’s set was how Parker was going to incorporate his newer synth orientated material, from this year’s superb Currents, with the more psychedelic guitar led material from his previous two releases; the answer is with effortless ease.

Everything seems to slot into place perfectly, the sound is full and invigorating at every turn.

‘Why Won’t They Talk To Me?’ keeps things soaring with Parker’s addictive, John Lennon leaning vocals, giving way to a wholehearted sing-along atop pounding psych rock glory.

An unfortunate “was anyone at The Arches years ago?” comment could so easily have turned bitter, but it’s quickly brushed aside by a crowd who either recognises and forgives the innocent mistake or is too engulfed by the music to register the unintentional stab in a still sore wound.

Parker quips “you gonna get rowdy to this one?” before the thumping guitar line of ‘Elephant’ thunders through the Barras with a pounding drive that stirs the crowd into a fury that never seems to dip.

The synth and drum led indulgence of ‘The Less I Know The Better’ keeps the tempo as they prove again the new stuff can work alongside the older material with ease.

It’s some feat how huge Tame Impala manage to sound at all times, each track seems so carefully constructed to create a live sound that any band would be proud of, and the fact that each song, new or old, is met by the with the same enthusiastic zeal by every member of sauna like Barras creates an atmosphere that’s a joy to behold as the floaty thump of ‘‘Cause I’m A Man’ oozes soul and matches anything for sing-along value.

As we hit the encore that horrible chant raises it’s head and I find myself stood behind a winching couple, but the show is so unapologetically engaging that I uncharacteristically brush it aside and as the band launch into an encore of ‘Feels Like We Only Go Backwards’ and ‘Nothing That Has Happened So Far Has Been Anything We Could Control’ all is forgotten as we get lost once again in the all encompassing experience that is Tame Impala.

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Words: Iain Dawson
Photos: Warrick Beyers

T in the Park, Sunday, 13/7/14

It’s only fitting that the last day of live music in Balado in bathed in sunshine and a total relief after yesterday’s torrential downpours threatened the ground’s integrity and surely left a few with puddles in their tents.

Starting the day at the King Tut’s Tent where a mixed crowd gather to see two very different acts, the act that actually arrives are Glasgow rockers Tijuana Bibles and not the billed Earl Sweatshirt, as the Odd Future rapper had cancelled before the weekend started but not before the lanyards went to print, so there’s some slightly baffled faces when the beard heavy four-piece arrive on stage all be to the sound of Earl Sweatshirt, as if giving a swift kick in the balls to his fans – it’s also worth noting that Chance the Rapper had also cancelled, leaving T clearly void of any big stage hip-hop, that’s unless Tinie float your boat or if Example goes back to his breakthrough days.

The Bibles are clearly not phased by the crowd or the bump up in stage from their billed BBC Introducing slot and drill out a set of confidence filled hard rock as Tony Costello quips “how’s the hangovers?” to a lacklustre response before returning “that bad?”.

Stopping mid set to announce “we are all Earl Sweatshirt,” they are clearly revelling in the situation as their rollicking sneered effects bring to mind Queens of the Stone Age with their thumping, driving vibes.

Over at BBC Introducing there’s a secret act about to come on, to those at the tent for The Amazing Snakeheads last night it was already revealed as uncle Vic unleashed the news that CHVRCHES would be doing an intimate gig in one of the festival’s smaller stages.

Billed as Star Writer the Glasgow trio are clearly buzzing to get up and do this, and the packed tent goes to show how popular these guys are – on Friday’s review I had noted at being slightly bored with the same live material from CHVRCHES, but the opportunity to see them in the smallest space you’re ever likely to see them again is too much to pass up on.

It’s more of the same soaring electronic and sweet vocals as Lauren Mayberry reveals she “applied for T Break five times,” clearly overjoyed at finally getting to play one of T’s smaller stages.

There’s no Mitre logos in the back this afternoon and as Martin Doherty takes centre stage for ‘Under the Tide’ we get a closer look at his twitchy energetic performance as he really loses himself in the track, looking like man trying to exorcise himself, it is a belter of a tune though and no CHVRCHES set would be right without it.

As Mayberry announces that they’re on a mad dash over to catch The Twilight Sad over at King Tut’s I exit on the same pilgrimage and arrive for the last couple as their familiar, ultra loud  soundscapes are accented by James Graham rolling r’s, as he maintains his usual trance-like performance that has made these guys such a live experience over the years.

As they close the set with debut album classic ‘And She Would Darken The Memory’ there is a feeling of something lost in the huge tent as the typical clear vocals aren’t quite as crisp as they have been in previous outings, still worth the trek over though.

Over at T Break London chart-topper Jess Glynne is delivering some soaring vocals of her own over some soulful, harmonious backing vocals.

At points the music does comes across as too brash and drown out Gylnne’s strong vocal talents, but the sets is saved by a few infectious flourishes and well known tracks like Clean Bandit number one ‘Rather Be’.

Over at the Main Stage Bastille’s entrance to the Twin Peak theme creates some intrigue but 30-seconds into their set that is destroyed as their cringeworthy indie rock takes hold.

At T Break Blackpool rockers Darlia take to the stage and deliver a grunge tinted set with a frontman with plenty of attitude, coming across as a slightly less quirky, more lad-like Ariel Pink.

Still, the songs themselves  have enough punch and sneer to entertain while outside CHRVCHES blast into their third set of the festival, surely some kind of record, filling in after London Grammar’s late pull out.

At the Tut’s Tent Tame Impala have the misfortune of playing inside when their set is perfectly suited  to today’s sunny outdoor conditions, still there’s a hefty crowd turned up to see the Aussie’s psychedelic indie rock vibes.

Their set is typically subdued with rasps of energy ensuing sporadically as the music flows  gloriously over a crowd seemingly in the mood for a final hurrah before the end of the festival.

Playing tracks from their two studio albums to date the crowd lap up every number with 2012 single ‘Elephant’ going down particularly well, if there’s any criticism to be had the set could have done with being a touch louder.

Following that the Tut’s Tent seems set for a singalong and everyone’s in the right place for it as T favourites Franz Ferdinand take to the stage and totally smash it out the park, how bands like the Kaiser Chiefs managed to get Main Stage slots and Franz don’t is a total mystery, they may not have released anything of note in recent years, but neither have Ricky Wilson’s mob, and Alex Kapranos and co. are almost universally loved by this Balado crowd as ‘The Dark of the Matinee’ gives us an early highlight.

Kapranos quips “it’s good to be home” with a boyish grin as the band revel to playing to possibly the biggest crowd they’ve had to in a good while, before You Could Have It So Much Better  singles ‘The Fallen’ and ‘Walk Away’ ring round the tent.

I take the opportunity to try and catch a bit of Secret Motorbikes, unfortunately I don’t get as far as T Break and am soon dragged back down to Tut’s for the rest of big Alex and co. where they close the set in rip roaring fashion with debut album hits ‘Michael’, ‘Take Me Out’ and ‘This Fire’; glorious stuff.

This time I actually make it to T Break just as Glasgow darlings Blood Relatives start their set, and it’s a charming one at that, filled with joyous dancing from the crowd and pop ditties from the stage.

Their tunes put as smile on your face as Anna Meldrum’s distinctly Scottish yet perfectly addictive voice leads the fray and gives us that perfect piece of sunshine before the sun sets on Balado and you pick your headliner; even Jesus has turned up to see them as Meldrum apologises for ruining Christmas by telling her mum she didn’t believe in him before allowing the enthusiastic crowd to get back into their dancing.

It’s a difficult choice for headliners as Sheffield latest sons of indie rock, yet tax dodging traitors Arctic Monkeys take the Main Stage and London’s young dance pioneers Disclosure close things out on the Radio One Stage.

I decide to go for the former, having seen Disclosure perform full sets previously and while being mighty impressed by them I have always felt they suit a cavernous club setting rather than a massive Balado field in the twilight, that and of course T in the Park is first and foremost a rock festival and for that the Monkeys are the band of the moment.

Tax dodging aside Alex Turner and co. have done some fantastic things in their relatively short lifespan and that doesn’t appear to be slowing down, yes Turner, who now look the total rock star if a little Joe Strummer wannabe, has come along way since their humble “don’t believe the hype” beginnings, but they’re pulling it off.

Many had gone off the Monkeys but I didn’t mind Turner’s of his tits Brits ridiculously-ness, but this tax dodgy malarky is unforgivable for a band of their roots, still their music has to appreciated and tonight it packs a punch as they play a very bare stage in comparison to what Biffy had last night, maybe they’re feeling guilty and saving to pay the money back.

The sets comes in flows, at times it’s ridiculously good and at other it verges on dull, while the crowd at points don’t seem to get into it, yes they have five number one albums but these guys haven’t topped the singles chart since ‘I Bet That You Look Good On The Dancefloor’ and ‘When The Sun Goes Down’ blasted them into our awareness some nine years ago, the latter of which doesn’t get an airing but the former gets possibly the most energetic response a crowd have given all weekend.

But as we wave goodbye to Balado for the final time time each and everyone of the people here will have their own personal highlight from their years in these fields and I’m sure they’ll be up at Strathallan Castle next years as that becomes the new venue for the biggest dates in many people’s calendars.

Words: Iain Dawson
Photos: Bill Gray