Though ostensibly a Valentine revue, Aidan Moffat ain't buying the billing. “Did ye have a good one?” he asks. “If ye did yer a fucking sucker, cos it’s a loada pish.” For the couples in attendance, this is practically therapy: the relationship-laureate chronicles the good, the bad and the desperately ugly, with heartbreak and the messy exchange of fluids as his muses.
Tonight’s trio of sets are, Moffat jokes, arranged like ‘the average relationship’ – beginning in a “relatively romantic” fashion; maturing in the middle’s collaboration with Bill Wells; before turning dark and lonely come the close. The first is a Best Ofs best-of, including Now I Know I’m Right’s itinerary of past mistakes. Later, the line “lift up your skirt and I’ll fill you with babies” prompts chuckles, but humour-wise, our host’s only getting warmed up.
While Moffat’s unmistakeable, candid style varies only slightly across the night, Wells’s classy piano-work helps distinguish the second set from its predecessor. The highlight is a spoken-word oddity that culminates in the perplexing non-sequiter “have ye had yer dinner?” – a question rarely met with such confused mirth.
“Now you’ve got me to yourselves you lucky fuckers” says Moffat before set #3, which brings carnal filth in spades (Double Justice’s depravity comes with the punch-line “and would you believe, my mum’s here tonight!”). A brace of Arab Strap tracks make the career overview even more complete, but it’s his promises (namely, the forthcoming album with Wells) that make Moffat so easy to fall in love with.
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