We Were Promised Jetpacks @ The Biscuit Factory, Edinburgh, 17 Nov

While the lack of an encore and the absence of certain songs leaves the night on a note of anticlimax, the raw energy and power of the previous hour-and-a-half is undeniable

Live Review by Lewis Wade | 22 Nov 2018
  • We Were Promised Jetpacks live at Sneaky Pete's, Edinburgh

Fiskur is the first to grace the makeshift Biscuit Factory stage tonight, and main man Ross Clark seems keen on impressing the packed house that have gathered. With his Samuel T. Herring croon, his clipped, angular barks and the smooth, steady arrangements it's a tight set with highlights like I Become Silver and new single Klinkhammer.

The only downside of the set is the noise of chatter that reverberates around the room during the quieter moments, something exacerbated by the concrete surroundings. However, this isn't a problem for We Were Promised Jetpacks because if there is any attempt at conversation it's completely drowned out by an immensely – at times, painfully – loud performance.

The set is made up of about half new album (The More I Sleep the Less I Dream), half older songs and, though it's all played with a professional gusto, there's a marked difference between the songs in terms of crowd reaction. Human Error is the first big hit and it's soon followed by the epic Keeping Warm, prompting the first singalong of the night after a Mogwai-esque build-up (made by Darren Lackie's wild drumming). The new songs that follow the old classics end up feeling like breath-catching palate cleansers rather than being appreciated in their own right, especially after the manic breakdown of Ships With Holes Will Sink.

It's Thunder and It's Lightning really makes the most of the hefty crowd as each word is sung back at a volume double that of what even Adam Thompson can muster, making for the most transcendent moment of the evening. It's followed by the relatively new Repeating Patterns, one of the most sonically different songs with its synthesised hues and falsetto flirtations. The lack of an encore and the absence of Quiet Little Voices (despite both being typical of a post-2016 Jetpacks show) leaves the night on a note of anticlimax, but the raw energy and power of the previous hour-and-a-half is undeniable.

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