If we said that “2013 was a good year for The 1975” we’d be telling the truth in the most understated manner possible. You’ve heard them all over the place, so we don’t need to run down their accolades, but their appearence in our top 20 albums of 2013 was probably the highest point.
Tonight is the last in a run of six sold-out gigs in Manchester and London that have a celebratory feel about them. Opening the show is Wild Cub, coming over from Nashville for their first London gig. They deliver a set of raw uplifting Indie with some colourful synth lines and three members taking percussive duties in climatic parts. Their set rode on a Springsteen-esque thrust that managed to engage far more of the audience than most opening acts.
Following this was the crash and distortion of Wolf Alice, with a live sound that managed to grunt without necessarily chugging. In softer parts the guitar sounded psychadellic in its exploratory nature, but not to the point that we were busting out flower-print trousers and ingesting prodigious quantities of LSD.Ellie’s vocals crooned over the garage-punk scuzz like she was queen of the junkyard.
Shrouded in darkness, The 1975 take the stage. The set design features five big rectangles that are featured prominently in the band’s artwork. What is immediately evident is how much Matty relishes the role of frontman, slinking around the stage all in black and regularly swigging from a bottle of something that’s probably not blackcurrant squash. He channels the combustable mix of hedonism and innocence that runs through the most pure and attention-grabbing moments of the band.
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