Along the brick walls of Lochrin Basin, there’s a bit of chalk graffiti.  Now well-worn and obscured by spray paint, you can only just make out that it used to say ‘perfection is over-rated’.

It’d be tough to find a more appropriate motto for last Saturday’s Safari Lounge showcase.  As the ability to make music sounding perfect and pristine has become easier and easier, it’s become far more fascinating to stumble across the unpredictable, the glitchy, or even a basic balls-up.  If you had to put a name to it as a style, you might call it imperfectionism.  And boy, was it on show here.

You caught it in Passion Pusher steamrolling their way through their own album launch in order to catch the last train back to Glasgow, crowdsourcing levels to see how the instruments sounded, responding to audience responses of ‘up the bass!’.  And it was there when their immediate predecessors, slacker duo Cop Graveyard, poised a notebook full of lyrics on a precarious kick drum in order to read off the words to a brand-new song.

Before them both, Jealous Girlfriend had drafted the imperfectionist manifesto, setting the tone for all that followed.  Likening herself to a secret Tumblr account that had accidentally gone public, her set was awash with self-effacing banter about how her songs would carry on according to how well she could remember them.  One, she told us, hadn’t so much finished as just stopped; with another, forgetting the second verse, she simply repeated the first.  But, as she said, we all make mistakes and that’s fine.  And it really was, you know.

But, as enjoyable as all these were, this was a gig that saved the best for first.  For, amongst all the new material on offer, the late addition to the bill, Objectified, were in fact playing their first-ever gig.  And I am here to tell you that they absolutely smashed it – and vice versa.  Their rhythm section grinding away like the wonderful and frightening world of The Fall at their best, they frequently lost battles with their PA, giving off piercing feedback throughout almost their entire set and stopping everything halfway as they tried to fix it.

But then they closed off their quarter of the night with the rumbling, harrowing, truly terrifying slice of post-punk heaven that was Behave Tony.  And it’s difficult to imagine a more memorable start for any stage career.  If you don’t believe me, have a listen yourselves.  And play it LOUD.

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