Abe Vigoda have been receiving praise from all sides lately and watching them play tonight it’s not hard to see why. Not is it that surprising as I’d already fallen in love with their album Skeleton. The calypso rhythms of the guitars gel so well with the rumbling bass and drum combo that their infectious grooves impressed me straight away.

Coming out of the ‘smell’ scene in LA which also boats HEALTH and No Age among its members, bands I love and loath respectively. They are among friends though as both bands are ploughing a similar furrow with their de-constructed pop songs rebuilt into noisey behemoths of sound and fury.

Getting things off to a fine start with album opener Dead City/Waste Wilderness the band throw themselves into their set with great abandon. The songs take on a more chaotic tone than they do on the album with both guitarists strumming their instruments like humming birds while screaming into their mikes. Between songs there is a lot of love given out by the two singers who look like they’re having the time of their lives watching the first few rows of people going wild for them.

Although the show has apparently sold out it doesn’t feel too crammed in the upstairs of The Old Blue Last as it normally does which is helpful as people are able to watch the band without having to worry about getting someone’s elbow in their face which is lucky as there are a fair few people at the front flailing their limbs and jumping on each others backs, such is their love for the music.

The highlight of the set for me is their rendition of Animal Ghosts with its wonderful call and repeat chorus of “highlight my life, highlight my life” sung over richly strummed guitars and scattershot drumming. It’s nice to hear that everything isn’t all doom and gloom and you’d be hard pressed to have a bad time while listening to Abe Vigoda’s music which is like tropical sunshine pouring into your ears.

They keep their set short and sweet, ending in a fury of broken riffs and pounding drums as one of the guitarists comes into the crowd with the microphone screaming something inaudible but clearly important, he finishes on the floor and offers up a humble ‘thank you’, it really should be us thanking him.