Fatherson take to the stage clearly giddy with excitement, they make no attempts to “play it cool” or showcase any manufactured aloofness. Truthfully, they have every reason to be excited; playing a sold out 02 ABC on the cusp of only their second full length LP is an incredible achievement.  It has been no happy accident however, as the band are the furthest from an overnight sensation one could imagine. Well known both in their early days on the circuit in smaller pubs and clubs and more recently, as tour support for acts ranging from fellow countrymen Prides to even Enter Shikari. This show is the culmination of undeniably a lot of graft.

Commencing aptly with their new album’s title track, “Open Book”, their honesty and transparency shines through their brand of anthemic alt-rock. This is due, in large part, to the crisp vocals of Ross Leighton, which soar straight from the off. They next share five of their debut’s best from “Mine For Me” to “Cat Stevens”, and then follow up by bashfully and rhetorically querying over the mic, “How many people are here?” genuinely seeming as pleased to see the crowd as they are to see them. The favour is well returned as “Foreign Waters” contains the biggest clap along and singalong of the evening thus far.

They acknowledge the distance they’ve come and treat the long time followers of the band to early single, “First Born” which sounds not at all out of place and the reception is as good as any, illustrating how familiar those in attendance are with the full back catalogue either from familiarity with the band at the time of release or digging back through all the material available. After ending the set with one of the biggest songs from debut, “I Am An Island”, “I Like Not Knowing” they leave the stage and return for oddly a somewhat natural feeling encore with smiles set as wide as The ABC disco ball before them. They thank everyone for “being a part of this crazy journey” and reference the evening as “one of the most special nights of our lives,” and it’s clear they mean it.

The humility of the band shines through the encore of “An Island”, “Lost Little Boys” and “James”. The latter’s singalong, “just go home, sober up, take the weight off your feet and just chill . . .” wraps up the evening perfectly, both musically and lyrically. Tipping their hat both to those who have joined them and supported throughout their journey so far, and also their own hard work and well-earned rewards. They remove their instruments and come front of stage for a photo opp both of them and their audience. The audience in question then spilling back out onto Sauchiehall Street to perhaps heed the aforementioned advice to go home and sober up, but most likely not.