So I’m here to see Electrelane. I do this often. I go see a band. I don’t really know what to expect from it. I don’t know whether I’m going to like it. But I’m always meant to expect something. It’s what I do. It almost feels like an obligation sometimes. They told me it would be good.

So I look around my characterless setting and realise that the all too familiar proclamations of ‘SOLD OUT’ were indeed true. This hall was full. Brimming, one might say. Why was everyone thirty? I feel so young, dammit. Maybe I need to be thirty. Maybe I am not the correct demographic that is allowed to like this. Maybe I am not the correct demographic that can like this. I do.

So the four sullen pouts grace the stage. They should be models. They could be. It only adds to this feeling. I feel elegant. Wrongly, perhaps. Do I even have a choice. The guitar drums while the bass strokes and drums are barely required. Monotony is the key but not through languor. It is a monotony that relaxes; one that might just send you to harmony; it might send you to sleep in the nicest possible way.

So Electrelane created what was arguably the album of 2001. I had no opinion to argue. I have an opinion now and there is little chance in hell that I would even attempt to argue now.