Circa Waves, O2 Academy Bristol, review: Familiar indie sound performed with shameless exuberance
The Liverpool four-piece's upbeat jangle-rock echoes The Strokes, Razorlight and The Libertines
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Your support makes all the difference.If the mid-noughties indie revival isn't due to start for a few more years, no one told Circa Waves. The Liverpool four-piece's upbeat jangle-rock is crammed with the sort of twangy hooks, singalong choruses and prosaic lyrics that typified The Strokes, The View, Razorlight and The Libertines (who they opened for this time last year).
The fact that their polished tunes revisit a decade-old indie orthodoxy matters not a jot to the sold-out crowd. From the outset, the main floor section of the mostly teenage/early twenties audience is a swaying, pogoing mass in thrall to charismatic frontman Kieran Shudall. Such is the infectious energy of both band and fans, it's difficult to tell who's enjoying themselves more: Shudall even proclaims this to be "easily the greatest gig of my life, honest to god".
With each song (most of the set is taken from top 10 debut album 'Young Chasers') coming in at a tightly edited three minutes or under, nothing outstays its welcome, whether it's the indie disco of '101', the arena-sized choruses of 'Talking Out Loud' or rousing set-closer 'T-Shirt Weather'. Sure, it's been done before but rarely with as much shameless exuberance as this.
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