Desperate to squeeze one last band in before heading home, a scan of artists and venues delivered the opportunity to see another band that I’d been meaning to see for several years. Young Guns have a great reputation around London and yet either as a headline or support act, I’ve never managed to catch them live.
The set overall has the harmonised, silky smooth feel to it where the keyboards will get as much if not more airtime than the guitarists do. At one point, poor Calle Hammar is asked to turn down his guitar in the monitor so that the keyboards could come forward a bit more. Looking slightly crestfallen he comments “but I was having such a blast…” before getting the sound desk to comply. I suppose that point is the difference between the current batch of Swedish bands out there and Houston