Sunday 4 November 2012

Live review: Twin Atlantic (w/Charlie Simpson), Newcastle O2 Academy, 01/11/12

Oh, what a difference the Radio 1 playlist makes. It's surprising to think it in this super-selective day and age, where new music is available at the touch of a button and we can filter any tracks, artists and genres we don't like out of our lives for good, but the airwaves still hold significant sway over the success of our much-loved bands. Get a track A-listed on a major radio station and suddenly, it's everywhere; not only are the musos blasting it through their over-sized headphones on the way to Rough Trade, but now 'the man in the street', the one who 'likes a bit of everything', is whistling it on his way to work and, even more importantly than that, the teenyboppers have taken it to their hearts and plastered posters of the lead singer all over their bedroom walls. Glasgow's Twin Atlantic have recently had the good fortune to discover all of this (working in tandem with a support slot on Blink 182's arena tour which will undoubtedly have helped matters), and now, instead of playing in shoeboxes to 100 or so sweat-drenched devotees, they're selling out Academy venues across the country and receiving singalongs the likes of which would've made Liam Gallagher jealous in Oasis's heyday.

It's a heart-warming experience to see a band who have slugged their guts out over the last few years get rewarded for their hard work with such a raucous reception as they receive tonight. In a set that's 20 songs in length, which is, in itself, highly commendable for a band with one full-length, one mini-album and an EP, there's nary a moment's silence; the crowd bellows back every last word of each of the 12 tracks from 'Free' and, during the lesser-known 'Vivarium' songs, the majority continue to slam face-first into one another, forming moshpits galore and occasionally diving stagewards with reckless abandon.

Twin Atlantic seem genuinely bemused by all of this activity; while their fanbase has been steadily growing in Scotland for some time, this is the first English show they've played to such a large, adoring crowd, and it shows. Sam plays off the audience's seemingly endless energy throughout, slaying his guitar from the onset (he breaks one set of strings during the first song, a blistering 'Time for You to Stand Up') and flitting around the stage constantly; one moment, he's on his knees, unleashing a filthy riff on us, the next, he's atop the drumkit, throwing triumphant poses. And of course, at show's end, following an almighty 'Make A Beast of Myself' (complete with giant balloons! Who doesn't love giant balloons?!), he's in the crowd, having completed a successful dive from the stage, and is shaking all of our hands and lapping up the adoration.

All of this may be an altogether different experience to previous Twin Atlantic shows in Newcastle - Academy 2 last year and the phenomenally manic, sweaty Digital show in 2010 - but it is no less spine-tingling. 'Lightspeed' still sounds gigantic, 'Yes, I Was Drunk' is effortlessly epic, 'What Is Light? Where Is Laughter?' threatens to tear all of our faces off and the mudhole being stomped in the Academy floor during 'The Ghost of Eddie' causes several concerned looks to spread over the faces of the poor, helpless security staff. Inevitably, though, it's 'Crash Land' that provides the evening's most memorable moment, thanks to a beautiful chorus of voices from the crowd which prompt Sam to keep silent for over 50% of the song. It's testament to just how far they've come in the last 18 months and frankly, it's fucking fantastic.

There are plenty other moments we could mention - the tender reworking of 'You're Turning Into John Wayne', the monstrous 'Free', 'A Guidance From Colour'! - but frankly, we're running out of space. Suffice to say, Twin Atlantic were on fire tonight, playing off an energetic, adrenalin-fueled crowd to provide one beast of a show. If this is what Radio 1 playlisting can do for the band, then get the entire album on there pronto. Just, let's leave Charlie Simpson at home next time, all right guys? Sorted.

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