New writer Amanda goes to see We Were Promised Jetpacks and files this report:
We've been promised a lot in music. Promises from various artists that will save our soul, rock our world, or even dance our asses off. The covenants are often broken. This show promised to give you and hour of a lead singer immersing you in Scottish accent and sorrow backed by guitars. If you left diappointed, you are an asshole.
We Were Promised Jetpacks sublimate their broken relationships into sad songs reminiscent of your last failed relationship of want and desire. While most of the audience seemed more familiar with their first album, their new songs bathed me in Scottish Gaelic glory. Am I fixated on lead singer Adam Thompson's accent? Yes, some may even call it obsessed. Go ahead, I dare you to listen to their songs and not want more or 'accidentally' put them on repeat.
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