
Warming the cockles in aftermath are Freakishly Long Mirrors. No, it's not a giraffe's vanity project. Cooking up a hybrid of Radiohead and Pink Floyd, but with a sturdier, percussive lead underpinning, once again it's tough to establish brevity in the lyrics, and besides a crew of casually curious at the front, and the odd, die-hard rocker, the venue is on autopilot before heating up the claps quota near the end. Upping the pace a notch on their second tune, FLM lack a few killer hooks to be essential listening, but are a pleasing distraction nonetheless. Bypassing the stereotypical indie self-pity, like toppled rows of dominoes, the smaller singer's lyrics rub up on the microphone like a preacher man reciting a prayer. Having a game of etcher-sketch with his kit, the drummer outlines angular cymbal crashes in a buccaneering finisher combo of jet-ski guitar and vocals that rise above the murk just enough to be comprehensive. Bin-bag of genre skeleton or rucksack of treasure? The audience are sitting on the fence, but this onlooker is satisfied. And at £3 a ticket, love, for once, does come cheap.
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