Some more dark brown delights from Glasgow.
Leaving Duncan and the delightful/enigmatic Madame Luna (report pending) in Paisley Wetherspoons, I headed for a gig at King Tut’s Wah Wah Hut on the western edge of Glasgow Centre.
There really is some magnificent architecture around Charing Cross, once you look up above the takeaway frontages.
But with King Tut’s deciding that music wouldn’t start ’till 8.30 (Marika Hackman on at 10.30 !) I had no excuse for not walking the 300 yards.
The State was the stand-out the last time I came up for a gig here (Maria McKee in 2005), and despite recovering from recent tragedy it seems to be maintaining it’s reputation as an exemplar real ale house, with the feel of Cambridge’s Maypole or London’s Harp.
There was a challenging beer choice;
A varied range of folk were mostly on the cask, so the Stewart No.3 was a safe choice rather than a lottery ticket.
And it was cool and tasty, though as I did my usual noseying round and noticed the rest of the range round the bar I had a small twang of disappointment at missing the Oakham for which the State is famed. Oakham Green Devil does seem to have become the official beer of Scotland CAMRA branches.
Pub Curmudgeon would, no doubt, have noted with approval the proper seating, after-work drinkers reading papers and light streaming through at 8pm.
What he would have thought of a post-punk soundtrack of The Beloved’s “The Sun Rising” and “Love Will Tear Us Apart” is harder to gauge, but it certainly worked for me, and a wide range of drinkers.
My notes say “Quite brilliant”. And it was. Jason would be proud.