Never has The Old Blue Last had to I.D as many people as it did last night. If the constantly suspicious security guard glances and the (more than usual) dressed to impress crowd hadn’t alerted us to the fact that freshers week alumni are just spreading their London wings, the overheard orders of Strongbow and black certainly would have. But then, looking back at the fresh faces of last night’s headliners, it’s hardly surprising that this familiar East London haunt was jostling with unfamiliar student faces.
Having clearly been brought up on a musical diet of The Strokes, The Killers and maybe just a dash of The Mystery Jets, Casablanca‘s sound is just what we’d expect from a group of teenagers who cut their teeth supporting the likes of The Maccabees and Bloc Party: it’s radio friendly and revels in indie pop pastiche. What frontman Jacob Wheldon, with his young crooning vocals, & co do offer up though is perfect for tonight’s impressionable crowd: it’s fun, loud and anthemic.
This Sweet Love
Echoes in a Shallow Bay
I Needed to Know