Guillemot's detractors (and, alas, some of their champions) will compare them to Keane, Coldplay et al. But they are far better than that.
They deal in wilfully eccentric, heartfelt and opulent pop music which is full of surprises, most of them welcome.
On record they occasionally overreach themselves but live they were sublime.
Directing proceedings was singer Fyfe Dangerfield, a flatcap-wearing Midlander whose voice is a thing of wonder. A world-weary romantic, he was always an engaging presence, whether furiously banging a Celebrations box or standing alone on stage, accompanied only by a toy keyboard.
Made Up Love Song's whimsy and Who Left The Lights Off Baby's exuberant nod to Dexys were excellent, while the new material is just as good. Lyrically bittersweet but musically a joyous, open-throated roar of defiance, Trains To Brazil really should have been at number one for several months.
A band which deserves your devotion.
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