Errors Live at The Black Box, Belfast

“Do yer’ Mogwai cover!” We’re nearing the end of Errors’ performance when the shout goes up. “Sure that’s what we’ve been doing all night,” fires back drummer James Hamilton, making light of the constant association between the young Glaswegian band and their revered label bosses.
The Mogwai comparison is a grievously misleading one – matters of geography and instrumental format aside – Errors are a wholly different proposition, a fact they reiterate this evening.
“Come closer,” pleads Stephen Livingstone at the start of the show, “it looks like an awards ceremony from up here, but we’re not gonna win any awards”. For the next hour the quartet are a blur of skinny jeans, coolly unkempt hair, Dennis Taylor-style specs and flying elbows fit to have your eye out.
They showcase much of new album Come Down With Me, the songs dynamic and sinuous, sending the audience spinning on the quartet’s roundabout of sound. The opening ‘Bridge, Or Cloud’ grippingly encapsulates their balance of post-rock textures and electro thrust, ‘Supertribe’ is sinuous and limb-bewitching, whilst ‘Beards’ recalls Brooklyn’s dance-punk maestros !!! (chk chk chk).
The latter part of the set contains the real heavy hitters, though, as they unleash a scalding ‘Mr. Milk’, an incessantly fidgeting ‘A Rumour In Africa’ and the dirty, keys-driven stampede of ‘Pump’. Throughout, subtle nuances are intertwined like the individual fibres in some brilliantly colourful garment. Awards they may not win, but the affections of tonight’s audience are in the bag.