LOW at Queen’s Social Club 16/11/13
“We know your hills….we know your shhhhopping…stretchessss” sarcastically sneers Alan Sparhawk (Guitar, Vox), as he leers out over Queens Social Club, the scattered remains of crowd pleaser Canada spluttering and dying behind him. Quiet and deadpan yet unequivocally cocksure, his message is one of greeting, as he explains how Sheffield has ‘taken care’ of Minnesota’s LOW ever since they started coming to Britain after the release of their debut LP, way back in 1994. But despite the cordial nature of this reassurance of friendship between band and audience (and the packed out club hanging faithfully off his every word) something seems very wrong here. His message is one of comfort, but the delivery says otherwise, as it hints at a simmering, below-the-surface hostility that seems to infiltrate his every word. Thus the tone is set for the night, the bright house lights leave nowhere for LOW or the audience to hide and they must sonically commit to this nest of simmering angst if they wish to succeed tonight…and commit they do.