A New Low?

I saw the wonderful slowcore band Low last night, at Manchester University Students' Union (while the rest of the city went to see Rush, unfortunately. It was in their smallest, darkest subterranean bar and wasn't sold out, which was a little disheartening: I can't ever imagine not wanting to hear Low and despair that the rest of the world doesn't feel the same way.

However, it didn't bother the band. They delivered a set of ethereal beauty, leavened with the occasional loud, impassioned song. They were, in a word, perfect, and the new album (C'Mon) is a thing of stunning wondrousness.

As an aside, boo to the security, who ban the use of 'cameras like that', i.e. good ones (without any policy displayed anywhere). Hence these snatched and unsatisfactory shots.

James in the murk

Sleepingdog (support act)

Mimi Sparhawk and Steve Garrington

Mimi Sparhawk and the audience

Low