There was a time, not so long ago, when the world seemed ready for the taking by Motherwell’s (ever seen anything about them that didn’t mention where they’re from?) The Aphrodisiacs. They were surfing the zeitgeist of trendy angular rock. In addition to several sessions, they graced John Peel’s Festive 50. A debut album that maybe promised more than it delivered, but it was one helluva big promise. And, enough style and edge to raise them above the mire of myriad identikit also-rans that have surfaced and thrived since then.
Which begs the question, what have they been doing recently? It seems like ages since they’ve played Glasgow. Have they been touring the world spreading the word, honing their act? Working on the second album and bursting with new and exciting material to wow us with? Not on tonight’s evidence. Despite some serious encouragement from a very enthusiastic (if admittedly small) crowd, they can barely muster up the enthusiasm to al least look like they want to be there. Not only do they seem nailed to the floor, but the songs are delivered like lead. There’s a distinct aura of let’s just get this over with. No spark, no flair, no finesse.
The Aphrodisiacs are a band in need of a serious strategic rethink. Retreat and regroup. Then come back out all guns blazing.