Cork band the Vincent(s) ended a pretty extensive Irish tour promoting their debut EP in the Pavilion in their home city on Saturday night. And they looked like a band coming off a slew of dates, as tight as they’ve ever been and at the peak of their recently honed powers. There was a good crowd, too, which is far from a given for a band barely a year old and only a single and EP into their career. Valley of the Sun is an eclectic treat, one that lives up to its self-described genre of ‘death pop, while also taking in more classic pop elements as well as jazz and rock influences. And it all comes together in thrilling fashion live, where the Vincent(s) number six, including a brass section. Margus Charles Allen, who entered dressed in a gown, thrash-strums his bass in breezy confidence. His is a curious way of singing, with an Irish lilt weaving though the songs – I bet Roisin beside me that he’d do a mean version of classics you might hear sung at closing time in a country pub. I thought they’d be good, but I didn’t think the Vincent(s) had chops this big. Nearly every track over the course of their hour-long set sounds big and exciting, with Roisin comparing them to Whipping Boy. They probably played a little too long, and I didn’t get the point of the bellydancers for the second half of their set – to keep interest piqued, perhaps? Anyway, a stellar show from one of the most promising young bands in the country. The next day, I read an article in the Sunday Times Culture magazine about rock music dying. I think I might send the writer a link to the Vincent(s). All pictures after the jump by Brid O’Donovan.





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