“On this night, with the concrete cracking from the bitter cold, my face grows old”, sing Gibran and Nicholas in “This Feels Like…”. And in the second song played, “Ash Wednesday”, Nicholas goes on with this poignant tone in the biting cold: “Cold from December still lingers in March, all of the people that stay in these houses are falling apart.” It is not yet March, but February when we catch up with the local band There Will Be Fireworks for an on-the-roof-filming. Up on a lordly residential building in Glasgow’s West End, Adam, Dave, Dobbie, Gibran and Nicholas (their sixth man was missing) establish a nice setting with various lamps from the apartment of the drummer’s girlfriend. And who would have thought how much more atmosphere this improvised stage could have without any spotlight? There Will Be Fireworks provide evidence that it does not need much mis-en-scène to completely indulge in impressive music and a glorious view. Even though their songs tend to be dark, the session turned out to be almost perfectly romantic; except for the bitter cold, of course. Yet it would not be Scotland, if they did not know about some tasty medicine to fight it. “Now let’s get drunk!” and “To the pub!” is the way how to let end a night like this.

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