On Wednesday Corinne and I went to see the Fratellis, thus continuing my one woman mission since Corinne's never seen them live. We arrived there just as the support band took to the stage. They were Scottish, neglected to introduce themselves and about fifteen minutes later me and Corinne realised they had a huge banner behind them saying 'Figure 5' so we are assuming that's what they were called. They were pretty good though.
Somewhere in the middle of their set we decided to put our coats in the cloakroom, later when we were in the cloakroom queue at the end we realised it was the worst idea we'd ever had*.
Corinne and I predicted times for the support and when the Fratellis would appear on stage. We were right and the Fratellis took to the stage in a blur of fun lighting. I soon realised that at the back we were with the people who just wanted to stand there and not move, dance or show that they were enjoying themselves at all. But we ignored them and jumped around anyway.
The place was rammed and it was really good to see them in the Academy with the whole place singing along. Last time I saw them was the Barfly where I was squished at the front, and before that at an instore gig so to see them sell out the Academy was pretty cool - though I'm sure that Brit Award had something to do with it**.
The Fratellis rocked. Lots. They were just as good as I remember them being, if not better.
*Generally we only have good ideas so you can imagine exactly how bad this idea was.
**And the fact that they actually turned up at the Brits to collect their award...
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