The anticipation that bubbles through Concorde 2 on this chilly Saturday evening on the coast is palpable. There’s a vibrant, beery atmosphere inside from the outset and it’s in honour of Wakefield’s finest The Cribs – who come off the back of their fastest and most ramshackle full-length release to date, ‘24-7 Rock Star Shit’.
Bursting on stage with ‘Our Bovine Public’, the Jarmans’ adrenaline-fuelled performance is, of course, worthy of every glug and iota of hype. Ryan Jarman is instantly an effervescent whirlwind of chaos, mic stands are mauled, speakers are clambered upon and he covers every inch of the Concorde’s stage within a matter of minutes. The baying booze-stoked crowd reciprocate with a rapturous reception, as well-worn cuts from the band’s enviable back catalogue bleed into one big sweat-drenched singalong: the brazen ‘Come On, Be A No-One’ rings out throughout the venue and the hook-packed ‘Men’s Needs’ sounds just as vital as it did in the summer of ’07.
What’s most remarkable about it all is how seamlessly fresh concoctions intertwine with old, with raw new additions ‘Rainbow Ridge’ and ‘Dendrophobia’ perfectly segwaying into highlights from 2005’s scintillating sophomore LP ‘The New Fellas’. There are other dimensions to The Cribs‘ arsenal though, as material from the Johnny Marr years and fan favourite ‘Be Safe’ – complete with Lee Ranaldo’s gritty monologue on a projector – showcase. Limbs flail and the room reaches new decibels during penultimate tune ‘Hey Scenesters!’ – the final reminder that the “Cribs against the world” spirit is more alive than ever.