I’ve been a fan of Death Cab For Cutie for a while. If you haven’t heard of them, you should check them out because I guarantee that you can’t take a guess at their sound or their genre in the same way you could for, say, Cannibal Corpse. You might be pleasantly surprised.

They didn’t tour Scotland for their last album, Plans, or if they did, I missed it. They are, however, touring the UK with their new album, Narrow Stairs, which is my outright favourite record of 2008. Last night took them to Edinburgh’s Corn Exchange and me and Stoobs went along to check it out.

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Youngsters, yesterday

Probably for the first time at a gig, Stoobs and I felt old. Two mid-thirties guys standing in a room full of students. Imagine a few hundred people in checked shirts, skinny jeans that hang of the arse (arse optional) with the gusset round about the knee. Imagine boys with PlayMobil hairdo’s and thick glasses that obviously don’t have a prescription. Imagine short girls with grey make-up and sullen expressions. Then imagine me in a Misfits t-shirt and Stoobs in an ensemble entirely put together by John Rocha. It was interesting from a people watching point of view and we spotted a Mika lookalike along with a guy who we strongly suspected had turned up to exchange some corn.

The concert itself was excellent and Stoobs, who really only likes AC/DC and variations thereof, also managed to enjoy himself and the kids created a good atmosphere in a venue that can sometimes be lacking in that department.

Only downside, for a band with six albums of material to choose from, a main set that lasts only an hour seems a bit tight. Apologies if the encore went on for another hour, but we’d already left so we’d miss the traffic exiting the venue. Dear God, I really am getting old. I mean, I guess I’d prefer to hear an hour of excellent material (which is what we got) rather than have an extra half hour of mediocrity punctuating the set, but there were some other great songs that they missed out.

Never mind. Another one ticked off the list.

Oh, and special mention to the guy in front of us who shouted at the end of a most songs, “‘MON THE DEATH CAB!!”

Quality shout.

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