King Tut's Wah Wah Hut, Glasgow, and The Cribs are in town. The cloakroom is cloaked out, the ceiling rains sweat and excitement, and everybody inside the 300 strong venue is eagerly anticipating what could be the greatest, if not maddest nights of their lives.
The support band Menace Beach do a good job warming up the Glasgow crowd and with half an hour till kick off they are already singing "duh duh do da dur duh da"/'Another Number' in perfect football chant unison. The guy next to me is hugging me because he loves The Cribs. The guy in front is seeing the Wakefield boys for the 11th time because he loves The Cribs. Yes, it’s certain to say there is a nostalgic and noticeable love for The Cribs jagging through the highly excitable fanatic 300.
The lights come on and the Jarmans walk across stage to the eruption of a thunderous roar. Ryan takes his place on the left, Jaguar in hand, Gary on the right, signature taped orange bass in hand, and Ross cements the brothers together in the middle with perfect drum symmetry. The only way to further provoke the crowd is to open with a classic and so The Cribs duly oblige; a jump feedback excite version of 'Mirror Kissers'.
The gig is the Glasgow 300’s first chance to hear the forthcoming 6th studio album entitled 'For All My Sisters' and the already familiar 'An Ivory Hand' is the first new track to be played. It astounds me that the crowd already thoroughly know the first release, and as they belt out each lyric The Cribs feed off their energy and follow with the now crowd favourite 'Come On be a No-one'.
It is the only gig I have ever been to where I am more excited for the new songs rather than the old favourites. Throughout the night several new numbers such as 'Different Angle', 'Finally Free' and 'Mr Wrong' further intrigue the crows with their hot and cold pulsating motives; building an atmospheric pressure much like the greats of the past such as 'Be Safe' or 'Back to the Bolthole' do. But it is the new track seductively entitled 'Pink Snow' which is the stand out. Quite frankly; a thunder-blasting ripsnorter of a tune. In a section of the song which will go down in history as one of The Crib’s greatest sound bites, a wave of feedback rises from the amplifiers before swathing the crowd with the chocolaty mellow drop statement "you’re better off alone, to all of my sisters I promise you this, that I’ll try to be brave for you".
Despite acquainting the audience with many new songs at no point did the crowd feel jaded, nevertheless it didn't take The Cribs long to find their fingers of old as a stomping melee of hits from the first three albums such as 'Our Bovine Public', my first live hearing of 'Martell' and the much anticipated 'Another Number', all making bamboozling appearances. One final whirlwind of 'Hey Scenesters' followed before ending in wall breaking fashion with the now signature sign-off 'City of Bugs'.
The gig finished and the Jarmans walked off stage. The mad squad on the railings scrapped for set-lists, the ceiling continued in full downpour and nobody wanted to go to the cloakroom and head home. For the mad Glasgow 300 it certainly was one of the greatest, if not maddest nights of their lives. But then this is madness: this is Glasgow.
The Cribs, King Tut's Wah Wah hut, Glasgow, 9/10.