Words: Kirstin Lynn
Image: Stacey Hatfield
Graduating from Glasgow’s Oran Mor to a sold out show at the city’s Old Fruitmarket, the alluring charm of Daughter has reached levels of mainstream epidemic, since the release of their debut album on dream
label 4AD earlier this year.
Pulling in its fair share of Elena Tonra lookalikes and their plaid shirted grizzlies, eerie lighting, no eye contact and all black attire followed The xx school of performance.
The unassuming beauty of the band domineered with drums high in the mix and vocal reverb that made them far from the playground polite crew that they could easily be mistaken for. Using a blanket of electronica and delayed guitar to fill out the bones of the forlorn acoustic tracks that reared the first acknowledgement of Daughter as an entity, they engaged and enlightened a weary Sunday crowd with new assertion.
Meandering through their album, spliced with EP favourites, Landfill and Candles reverted back to their basic core, their beautiful simplicity polished to perfection, and perhaps more agreeable with the expectancy of the crowd. The surreal veil of the show was felt by the band as much as the crowd, and they thanked the Gleswegian mob between tracks, bashful and giggling in complete disbelief of their new found popularity.
An empowering wall of white noise feedback roared to the finish on the aptly titled Home, though the mood of the show was lightened with their take on Daft Punk’s Get Lucky, as an encore to the still-hungry crowd.
Settling into their new sounds and bigger venues, Daughter continue to encapsulate and entrance, but if tonight showed anything it was the confirmation that the bare bones of their songs are all they need – though the plethora of effects pedals certainly added a new dimension.