Photography: John Latham / @MRJOHNLATHAM

The Lathums

Arts Club 12/2/20

The lights go down, the music fades, but the excited murmurs of the crowd remain. It seems that nothing can suppress the buzz as THE LATHUMS take to the stage.

Only forming around two years ago, the Wigan-based group have sky-rocked to new heights of local indie-rock adoration. Selling out tours, and perforating the radio waves, the group’s music mixes the best qualities of predecessors such as The Smiths and Dire Straits, all while adding a 21st-century twist. The result is an engaging, electric sound that seems to have attracted fans from all over. Even in the midst of dreaded storm Ciara, different ages, accents and faces all make up the audience, all awaiting the group’s set. But as mixed as the crowd may be, as the night gets started, the array of people seems to come together, united in their excitement for a band that have been tipped for greatness.

The group kick off the night with Villainous Victorian, an ideal opener to show off their infectious charm. An already ecstatic crowd is launched into a frenzy from the riotous guitar riffs, as frontman Alex Moore belts out the quick-witted lyrics to the manic masses. It’s rare that vocals translate from record to live performance as well as Moore’s do, but the young singer belts out the notes with ease, doling out some of his cheeky charm to the front of the crowd, the impressive backing remaining in groove.

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As the set continues, what becomes particularly striking is how equally matched the dedication between crowd and band is. Few bands can truly band people together through their music, but it seems that The Lathums have no casual attenders in the crowd tonight; each individual seems as obsessed with the band as the next. An infectious “Up The Lathums” chant starts after the track Fight On. Here, the band seem genuinely taken aback by the audience’s word for word rendition, despite only releasing the song two weeks earlier. From then on, the chant becomes an echo to every song of the night, with the band, humble as ever, responding to the adoration with grateful shouts of “Thank you”.

The group end the night in a blaze of glory with the track Artificial Screams, reigniting the crowd to come together and thrash about one last time. Becoming as frantic as the crowd, the group seems as lost in their music as the audience, and seem to leave everyone in the room with a genuine gratitude to have experienced this night of outstanding music in such an intimate venue. However, as grand as this feeling is, it’s one that won’t be had for long. It seems that already The Lathums are outgrowing their niche-indie status, and becoming something much bigger. A phenomenon? Maybe. Indie icons? One day, if their trajectory remains the same.

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