Super Furry Animals @ Barrowlands

Welsh Britpop survivors turned psychedelic cult favourites Super Furry Animals should be perfectly suited to the kitschy warmth of the Barrowlands. But while tracks like Juxtaposed Wit U and Zoom! sound as deliciously acid-fried as ever, the live exposition of new LP Hey Venus! is decidedly hit and miss. To add to this (or subtract), Gruff Rhys reveals that the band missed their ferry from Belfast and had to leave their brass players behind in the rush to Glasgow. Nowhere is this lack more apparent than the trumpet-less Northern Lites. But it's impossible to feel aggrieved when faced with Britain's closest equivalent to Wayne Coyne and a back catalogue which could have supplied a three-night residency without repetition. And when Rhys - wearing a red space helmet - starts singing the intro to crowd-pleaser-par-excellence The Man Don't Give A Fuck? A missing brass section? It seems no one gives a fuck. [Nick Mitchell]