In the crowd, on stage and in the car park!

Inside the heart of every music enthusiast, there’s an internal battle – the will to see the bands you love make it big and the absolute fear that it might actually happen. When the band in question is Sheffield’s lovely Slow Club, the river of emotion runs even deeper. A band clearly brimming with talent, the pair’s debut album 'Yeah, So' didn’t quite capture the imagination of the public as many would have hoped.

Whilst local bands played in the other room, The Heebie Jeebies warmed up the crowd with their brand of indie pop, simultaneously mixing the urgency of Hot Club De Paris with the wit and humour of early Arctic Monkeys. Their participation wasn’t over with the just that, however – lead singer Owen would later make Slow Club’s Rebecca break down laughing due to his over-enthusiastic dancing in the crowd.

Slow Club’s brilliance lies in their charm and sincerity, which simply pours from their music. If many other bands started their set by doing an acoustic song in the middle of the crowd, it might seem forced – in this circumstance it felt heartfelt. Singing along with 'Wild Blue Milk', the crowd seemed genuinely pleased to have been afforded this. The band’s set – moved onto the stage for the most part – continued in similarly touching fashion, capturing the warmth that their demos encompassed but their debut LP somehow seemed to miss, powering through their hits, including new single 'Trophy Room'.

Towards the end of the set, both band members were clearly feeling worse for wear – Rebecca suffering with a cold, Charles from drinking whiskey, but both kept their efforts up despite the venue's stifling heat. However, after two dates, in Derby and Milton Keynes, that the band described as ‘depressing’, Slow Club were clearly enjoying their night in the big city too much to let it end early, and took their encore of 'Christmas TV' out into the car park. To the joy of the crowd and bemusement of passers-by, the band, enthused by the change of scenery and ignoring the drizzle, ended with a round of applause that most likely got the complaint from neighbours that the bouncers feared. But for every damp Slow Club enthusiast outside the venue, this was a chance to glimpse a truly talented band in their element before they undoubtedly get much greater exposure.

Words by Matthew Britton
Photos by Miriam Baynes


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