Deep in some drawer somewhere resides a press cutting from the University of York student paper, wherein a certain individual reviewed CYHSY's first ever official European show in 2005. My main takeaway was that it was alright, but Alec looked like a deer stuck in the headlights throughout, never once acknowledging the audience.
Two decades on and it's a whole different ball game- actual banter (including some pass-agg barbs at chatterers in the audience), dancing (albeit in mid-Noughties indie auteur fashion) and a much more engaging vibe. What hasn't changed though is my enjoyment of that first album (still a banger, f*** the haters) and this was a fitting celebration of its quirky, beguiling charms.

No comments:
Post a Comment