Last Thursday saw psychedelic rock outfit Temples ignite shoebox venue The Globe. Situated in the Welsh capital of Cardiff, The Globe has achieved cult status since opening its doors in 2008. With a capacity of 350, the place is small by usual standards, but as anyone with a wider listening range than Miley Cyrus knows, all the best venues are. With an upstairs viewing platform featuring cosy sofas and a balcony, from first glance you’d be forgiven for thinking this was going to be a tame affair.
Any signs of sophistication were quickly overhauled by a hoard of mod teenagers who looked as though they had just stepped out of an 80’s time machine. Caesar cuts, oversized leather jackets, Freddy P polo shirts…No prizes for guessing which look these lads were going for. I’d guestimate that the ratio of men to women attendees was around 7:3 suggesting that Temples’ fan base are predominantly male. What does this say about Temples? Are they a lairy lad band magnet that should be pushed into the same demographic as fans of The Cribs, Kasabian and Miles Kane? Unsure, I decided to quit ogling the crowd and let the music do the talking.
Full of bravado, Temples took to the stage in kaleidoscopic shirts, cardigans, and birds nest hairdo’s, together they emulated the 1960’s seamlessly. The band kicked off with an especially sharp delivery of Colours to Life, and although front man James Bagshaw’s vocals faltered during the first few lines, it was just beginner’s nerve’s (though you wouldn’t have known it from just looking at him for he appeared confident and composed).
Temples’ delivery of trippy cosmic rock sounded just as good- if not better- live than on record and it’s a feat which pleased the crowd who flailed all over the place provoking a poe-faced security guard to jump on stage and dish out death stares to anyone who looked like they were vaguely enjoying themselves. Spoilsport.
What followed was 9 songs of near-perfect delivery, only marred by 2 niggles; Bagshaw instructing the crowd to “Stop talking between sets and fucking dance” and the fact that for a band who evoke the spirit of the swinging sixties, they were too static. A middle-aged reveller swayed her arms wildly and jiggled her hips while the band stood fixed to the spot. Even in the rowdier Mesmerise and Shelter Song the band barely moved a muscle. Strange.
The crowd however more than made up for it, there was practically a stampede when finale song Mesmerise came on provoking the stoney-eyed security guard to call for back up from his upstairs minions. How very un-rock and roll.
Temples are rising stars and although they sound startlingly familiar to The Beatles, Tame Impala and The Byrds, fans who want to get a snapshot of the sixties, sample a talented new band or simply hear the record live will not leave empty handed.
1. Colours to Life
2. Sun Structures
3. A Question Isn’t Answered
5. The Golden Throne
6. Keep in the Dark
7. Move with the Season
8. Sand Dance
9. Shelter Song
Encore song: Mesmerise