Fuzzkill Records @ Stereo, 12 Dec
Label showcases can be sterile affairs if they're used as excuses to show off new signings and stick a finger up at rivals. But we're far removed from that world tonight at Stereo. Fuzzkill aren't the kind of people to make grand public statements – even if they do have one of Glasgow's most notable propositions of the year on their books. The mood here is Christmas party; bottles of communal Tonic rather corporate bun-fight.
The Bellybuttons are charged with following that performance. Handily, their own stellar EP, Play!, is an impressive affair, and lead vocalist Conor Quill has a rich voice reminiscent of the Beat Happening's Calvin Johnson. On another day, with a longer set, they would be worthy headliners, but tonight they're merely an aperitif before the main course.
Catholic Action stroll on stage with the confidence of a band with four albums under their belt, rather than a group who were apparently worried about headlining a venue of this size. It's fair to say they couldn't have filled it six months ago, let alone 12, but here they are, playing to an adoring crowd with just a couple of singles to their name. Sure, there's a whole load of friends and family in attendance, but they've already won out-and-out fans.
Opening number L.U.V. is sung along by at least two dozen punters, and the band themselves sound air-tight. Chris McCrory is face-paint free tonight, following his Kiss-like effort at the Wickerman festival in the summer, keeps the on-stage chat to a few thank yous. The band breeze through several glam-rock nuggests in 30 minutes, which just sound better the more you hear them, and leave the crowd genuinely wanting more. There's time for a one-song encore and then it's lights-up. "This is the last time they'll play a venue this size," says one chap to his pal on the way out. In Glasgow, probably; they've already won this town. Now they have to convice the rest of the world.