Jaynes apology: too much post-wedding red wine took the place of your support slot, sorry. But hey, here’s some disjointed, alcohol blasted thoughts on Spencer McGarry Season: being drunk at the front suits this hot wedge of power pop; they should have a big neon sign that says ‘Spunk’ behind them; why is there a curtain pulled halfway across the stage?; tight, determined, playful; Jim O’Rourke cover; they should play more weddings.

Switching to water before the Wave Pictures come on might have been a mistake: they got Cardiff history and Cardiff mates who’d heft celebratory beers even if they took a shit onstage. Quite sweet that they get the pints aloft treatment, even though 90% of their songs run exactly along the ‘obtuse, great lyrics over tremulous indie with a break for guitar work out’ formula. For all their trad feyness, like that curtain the Wave Pictures are almost heroically awkward, and the crowd get siller and stompier as the band do. Some people should lose their shit more often.

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