Camera Obscura played a few weeks back in Brisbane.
Both myself and Charlotte were excited about this one: for years now, this Scottish band have been in-car favourites, the mix of 60s harmonies and melancholy lyrics, the sweet-sweet harmonies do for us, time and time again. In the event they didn't disappoint, despite the late hour. Tracyanne - with typical deadpan humour - announced early on that we lived in "the sweatiest city in the world", and the crowd was oddly restrained, only coming alive towards the end, but... the remark I made at the end of the following reprinted review still holds. Oh yes.