Before The Courteeners, there was a 25 minute set by Nick Harrison, and his band comprising a couple of other people. They were playing acoustically, and played half a dozen or so songs, none of which were really memorable (although a couple sounded OK at the time). For much of the set, they sounded like white reggae, which I often find to be cringeworthily embarrassing - and this was no exception. They also reminded me to some degree of The Kooks, although very much of those bits of The Kooks material that I don't really like, where they sound like they are pretending to be an Irish busker band.
So, all in all, I wasn't a big fan of Nick Harrison (and band). They sounded OK, but it was nothing remotely original, and was of a genre that is already very well covered, and done much better by several other artists. Doubtless Q Magazine will be huge fans, but I was left underwhelmed, and thinking how very safe and unadventurous it all was.
This set really showed another, softer side to The Courteeners' songs, and especially to Liam Fray, who the music press seem to be portraying as a totally arrogant tosser. He didn't seem like that at all, cracking jokes between songs, making fun of himself, and generally coming across as a thoroughly good guy. The band's mammoth tour of small venues starts tomorrow, and by rights, they should be playing to packed, sweaty venues up and down the country. This was a million miles away from that, but a fantastic show all the same - made even better by the fact that it didn't cost a penny.
Setlist: How Come / Darling Don't (Stephen Fretwell song) / Bide Your Time / An Ex Is An Ex For A Reason / Smiths Disco (Stephen Fretwell song) / Please Don't / Acrylic / If It Wasn't For Me / What Took You So Long / No You Didn't No You Don't / Not Nineteen Forever.
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