Due to over-running work commitments I was late arriving to the ICA on Thursday meaning that I contrived to completely miss the support acts. As it turned out I ended up only missing one performance seeing as Kill It Kid had to cancel at the last minute. Anyway, following my late arrival and a quick detour via the bar I got into the ICA Heineken in hand just in time to see The Twilight Sad take to the stage in a haze of deafening feedback and a fine effort from the smoke machine. One thing that The Twilight Sad have going for them is how genuine they come across. They just look like normal Glaswegian lads. There's little/no pretence on show with them. They are just up there to make a noise that they like making. And what a noise it is. They may not plump for the 3 minute verse chorus verse indie by numbers route but instead opt for an intense haze of guitars. It's really quite refreshing. And when (frontman) James Graham broke out of his not-quite-Ian-Brown-not-quite-Ian-Curtis dancing to address the crowd you could see just how much it meant to them actually being up there and playing alongside their Fat Cat stablemates and fellow Scots We Were Promised Jetpacks - who, for the record, I hear turned in a pretty useful performance also. The headline set drew heavily from debut LP 'Fourteen Autumns & Fifteen Winters' though there were a couple of new tracks on there too which held up pretty well to the live experience test. On this showing it will be interesting to hear what the new album (due out in October) has to offer on record. Having said that it was the older stuff that provided the main highlights of the evening. Their sound was incredible. Intense and Vitriolic in parts and endearing and charming in others. There are hints of a variety of influences in The Twilight Sad's sound without sounding like a copycat act. Andy MacFarlane's screeching guitars wail from the speakers at a level somewhere just below uncomfortable and mix brilliantly with singer James Graham's broad Scots' drawl. The best example of this was the standout track from the set 'That Summer, At Home, I Had Become The Invisible Boy' which started off with Graham's unaccompanied vocal only for the band to build to almost ear-bleeding levels of noise. It was pretty damned awesome. Other highlights included 'I'm Taking The Train Home', 'Cold Night at the Birdhouse' and 'It Never Snowed Here'. This gig was part of a 5-day indie-music celebration at the ICA and if the rest of the week were anywhere near the quality of the show that Glasgow's finest turned out then independent music is in a pretty good state.