On the Tuesday before last we saw Fleet Foxes play in Manchester.
After an ace meal at Umami on Oxford Road we walked over to the Apollo, arriving just in time to catch The Bees (the Isle of Wight folk-garage band, not the Anthophila).
It was hot in there, but a benefit of the venues original use as a theatre was that the floor gently slopes, allow most a good view of the generous stage.
Bang on time, the lights dimmed and the band walked out. Their ninety-minute set was filled with songs from their two albums, and although the crowd seemed a little subdued they were also very appreciative.
Gemma wanted to film the a capella intro to Sun It Rises from the first record because this is one of the bedtime songs we sing to Olive. They didn't end up playing the song but she did capture the whole of Blue Ridge Mountains from our vantage-point behind the sound desk. If you're lucky enough to be her friend on The Facebook, you can have a look.
I was worried that the delicate folk wibblings and the tight, soaring four-part harmonies would not be adequately reproduced live, but the band were, if anything vocally superior than on record. I would suggest that this is a band that you need to see.
Sadly, I am sorry to report that the beard quotient was much lower than expected. There was, however, plenty of Stephenage to be heard.