ALTHOUGH Wakefield trio The Cribs have long outgrown the cosy club circuit, a Tut’s sized venue remains the natural home for their insouciant indie garage chants and attendant audience frenzy.
King Tuts, Glasgow
Was it not a previous Cribs show which led to the installing of the Tut’s crash barrier? Or was it the similarly passionate response to Biffy Clyro? Regardless, the security staff had their work cut out for them, with limbs akimbo over the crowd from the moment the band struck a chord and from a moshpit which appeared to engulf the entire room.
The Jarman brothers – twins Ryan and Gary and baby brother Ross on drums – took the opportunity provided by this intimate show marking Tut’s 25th anniversary month to debut some new material from their forthcoming “pop” album. For All My Sisters has been produced by Cars frontman Ric Ocasek but, in the old school realm of The Cribs, the music hardly represented a great leap forward, the unbroken not requiring fixing and all that.
These new tracks were easily spotted as the moments when the fans would briefly take a breather, rest their throats, rehydrate. The back catalogue favourites were another matter. The crowd could name those songs in one, responding instantly with an air-punching, lung-busting, cathartic fervour, becoming a massed punk choir with Ryan and Gary’s vocals just about discernible above the melee, a true fusion of band and fan. But when you can affect an audience like this, who needs starry sophistication?
Seen on 20.02.15