Reviews

Through no fault of their own, after only seven weeks in existence, the band has had to change their name. Taking that into account, they would be forgiven for throwing a hissy fit when stepping foot on stage 90 minutes after they were originally supposed to.

"Cheers for waiting for so long," says joint vocalist Steven McInerney. The venue is unfairly empty, meaning the apology is heard by not nearly enough people. Oh well, their loss.

Ever the optimists, they proceed to press on and incinerate the humble gathering with Cold Morning, showcasing Joe Craig as the gentile assassin on the drums, rasping the skins with unassuming enormity.

The song is incredibly bold for a new band, yet there is nothing green about Lost Knives or front-man George Agan, the harbinger in the long black coat.

During their first outing, Solstice almost fell apart. As the klaxon intro rings out, there is no trace of nervousness this time round. McInerney shines, swaying to and fro, completely lost in the moment.

As the song closes, his voice strains, demonstrating a hunger not heard round these parts since Stay Young. This is so far removed from the laddish Roses though; it’s more like The Strokes meets Guillermo Del Toro.

We’re treated to new song Nothing Relents next, with Will Clutton breaking out bass lines that would make Peter Hook grin like a Cheshire cat.

Out Of Touch closes and is a beast of a tune. It lulls in the middle, building up to a crescendo and injecting the kind of anticipation that would cause Alfred Hitchcock to sweat.

It's remarkable to see how much they have improved already since their first gig. If they carry on this way, they won't be 'our little secret' for much longer.