Shouty, tuneless and loud*

But boy did the crowd lap it up. 
Yer wan from the Fontaines DC sounds like someone's drunken cousin who howls into a microphone when the wedding band gives up and lets him "sing" a cover of the Pogues at 2.00am and everybody thinks he's shite, except your Aunty Chris who is convinced that her little Grian has some talent. 
Well tonight there were 20,000 Aunty Chrises in the Iveagh Gardens, singing their hearts out with little Grian. 
Mimi really enjoyed it, and so did I. There is something contagious about thousands of people together being very very happy. 
For a band that doesn't have a singer, the Fontaines DC can definitely electrify a crowd. I think that they have a thing for the Pogues, and sure enough Shane McGowan at his most slurred sounds like Luciano Pavarotti compared to Grian Chatten. 
But it worked. We had a great time. Once again Mimi had a tear in her eye. Two week ago at the Villagers, it was from the shock of being in presence of so much beauty (I welled up too at one stage). Tonight the tear in her eye was from getting so much recycled grass smoke blown into her face. 


* J.C.G., rock critic