The Horrors, Academy, Dublin
Three months later, they’re the headliners rather than the support and their droning psychedelia receives a palpably warmer welcome. In part, that’s because The Horrors are a rare sight in Ireland. Florence aside, their last date was at a summer festival, where their scary retro-rock went over the heads of a boozy afternoon audience.
With sprayed on drain pipes, enormous leather jacket and an over-sized head, frontman Faris Badwan resembles an east London hipster as sketched by Edward Gorey. There’s something phantasmagorical about his singing voice, too, a gothic whine buried so deeply in the mix it is difficult to work out what he’s trying to say, beyond expressing existential ennui.