Glasvegas connects in L.A. debut

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Glasvegas arrived in Los Angeles on Wednesday night with Morrissey’s hair, U2’s jackets, the Jesus & Mary Chain’s fuzz pedals and, it seems, enough emotional heft to connect with almost everybody in the sold-out room at the Troubadour … even Rick Rubin, who bobbed his head as he watched the proceedings from the balcony.

Live, the Scottish quartet’s gauzy anthems and noodly ambient numbers carry plenty of spiritual uplift — at least as much as any band that lifts 1939’s “You Are My Sunshine” in one song and utters the lyric “Liar, liar, pants on fire” in another. And this being Glasvegas’ first show in a city where the peeps have no brogue, the excitement was palpable. It always seems to be that way here when a buzz band from the United Kingdom makes its L.A. debut, NME clippings in hand.

glasvegas-baratAnd as recent debuts I have witnessed go, this lacked the explosiveness of Franz Ferdinand, or Editors, or Kaiser Chiefs, or the Cribs. It wasn’t even the View. Instead, it was good band with a couple of strong singles (“Geraldine” and “Daddy’s Gone” were especially powerful) whose timing is impeccable: There’s nobody on the landscape right now who sounds like Glasvegas. Or at least with the foursome’s sense of coiffure.

Glasvegas was preceded by a strong solo set from Libertines/Dirty Pretty Things guitarist Carl Barat, who got a little help on vocals on one number [above].

||| Live: Glasvegas performs an in-store at 7 tonight at Amoeba.

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