at Moshulu, Aberdeen

While Pete Doherty never strays too far from being tabloid fodder his fellow Libertine Carl Barat has shunned the limelight of late.

Away from fashion shows and the trials and tribulations of London life, Barat headed across the Atlantic with his Dirty Pretty Things to record their second album Romance At Short Notice.

With an army of loyal Libertines swelling the ranks of DPT fans the pressure is on Barat to break away from his past ties. Their first album was more structured than anything he and Doherty had ever concocted, but it still brimmed with The Libertines famed duelling guitar sound.

His return to the live scene, ahead of the album’s release next month, promises more melody and harmony and he doesn’t disappoint opening with new songs “Buzzards and Crows” and The Kinks laden sound of “Hippy Son”.

It seems bassist Didz Hammond and guitarist Anthony Rossamondo are taking on more prominence in the band both with Didz’ bass sound and lavish moustache far more prevalent, while both deliver uplifting harmonies in support of Barat.

18-months of touring and recording has transformed DPT into a more coherent unit, no longer four individuals hurriedly united to end Barat’s last days as a Libertine, decked out in black leather and preaching the benefits of a gang mentality.
Instead new songs “Tired of England”, “Plastic Hearts” and “Come Closer” reveal a softer, more reflective side to Barat’s songwriting.

Toying with his floppy locks and sipping intermittently from a bottle of wine and beer Barat sings some of his most heartfelt lyrics. It seems to breath new life into material from debut album “Waterloo to Anywhere” with “Deadwood”, “Doctors and Dealers” and “Gin and Milk” still raucous affairs, but with more fun and smiles all round.
Carl Barat and DPT are in a good place, perhaps encapsulated best by the absence of any Libertines material from their set.

Last year Barat felt obliged to cater for the remnants of his first great band, now he seems eager to embrace the greatness of his current band with a tender, solo version of “BURMA” followed by a stomping rendition of “Bang, Bang You’re Dead”.
Inviting a member of the heaving crowd onstage to play the trumpet opener his lack of puff invites a sea of jeers, which are instantly and universally condemned by all four members of DPT. “Fuck off”, they scream in perfect harmony.

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