MCing for the evening was a guy called Count Prince Miller, who has the best voice in the world ever – proper telephone-directory-reading territory – and I wish he had talked more, especially if that meant that the second support act had spent less time on stage.
The Fratellis themselves probably realised this, so they chose to open their set with a cover of a reggae track. I *think* it was Stir It Up but if I’m honest I had developed Reggae deafness by this point and they could have been playing anything. Although it was a sensible idea to try and bridge the gap it was probably the least successful part of what was otherwise a storming set.
On the way to the gig I realised that I didn’t actually own either of The Fratellis albums and I certainly didn’t know all of the tracks they played. I was reliably informed by my musical plus one that they mostly stuck to their debut album and they certainly didn’t play Mistress Mabel from their second album, which I for one thought was a shame. Obviously the crowd went wild for their big hits like Chelsea Dagger, but the energy throughout the set was great and I really enjoyed even the tracks I wasn’t familiar with. It has certainly encouraged me to go out and buy their record, and you can’t say fairer than that. An honourable mention should go to the guy almost hidden on the side of the stage who switched from keyboard to guitar throughout the set and actually closed on a piano solo – and to celebrate his achievements here is a picture of him: