The Garage always feels like a bit of a hidden gem; big enough to feel like a proper gig, small enough to feel like you’re in on something. It suits Himalayas perfectly. By the time they hit the stage just after 9:15, the place has filled out nicely, even if it took a while to get here. A shame, really, because what follows is a tight, relentless set that more people deserved to witness.
Juju opens the night with a dark, riffy set that lands somewhere between Royal Blood and Siouxsie Sioux. Confident, a little chaotic, and packed with potential. She captivates the smattering of fans already present; creating any form of atmosphere in a mostly-empty venue is no mean feat (seriously, are people just too quirky and mysterious to arrive in time to see the support acts now?) but she manages it and capably holds her own.
Luna Bay follows with a much poppier affair. It’s a smoother, more polished set, their sound very much in the Catfish and the Bottlemen lane, but they play it well…
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