We Were Promised Jetpacks Glaswegians are a hard lot, or so folks like filmmaker Ken Loach and author Irvine Welsh are always insisting. But this generation of the city’s rich music heritage – including this quartet’s FatCat label-mates the Twilight Sad and Frightened Rabbit – have tilted more Belle & Sebastian romantic than they have, say, aggro Mogwai head-butt. But with 2011’s In the Pit of the Stomach, WWPJ broke from that mold with a blow-to-the-solar-plexus of post-punk guitar riffs, hi-hat abuse and, naturally, signer Adam Thompson’s thick Scotts’ burr. It’s meant to sound epic and often does, though occasionally the emoting can get melodramatic and, let’s face it, emo-like. $12. Neighborhood Theatre.
This article appears in Apr 3-9, 2012.
