Mogwai (live in The Academy, Dublin)

The term “post-rock” has attached to it Celtic Tiger levels of stigma – who coined the phrase, who invented it, who pioneered it, who defines it? From Slint to Explosions In The Sky, there have been many life-altering post-rock moments but for me post-rock was born upon hearing Mogwai’s ‘Like Herod’ at Oxegen 2003. Its raucous and tense “bridge-chorus” section completely outshone the quiet-then-loud formula of bands I worshipped like The Smashing Pumpkins and Nirvana. As much as Mogwai might dislike being pigeonholed by an umbrella term, their live show does put them head and shoulders above whatever people may consider their contemporaries in the spectrum of instrumental rock.

Although never quite reaching their characteristic earplug-essential levels of loudness in this intimate club venue, the set-closing rock-out of ‘Like Herod’ and ‘Batcat’ – along with an intense feed of strobe lighting – was awesome. Leaving the stage before 10pm, there was a palpable sense of anti-climax amongst the crowd. They needn’t have worried. Returning with an encore consisting solely of the 20 minute-plus epic ‘My Father My King’, it was the closest thing to metaphysical I had encountered since I was told to use the term on the Yeats’ question in my Leaving Cert. Based essentially around one brief arabic-esque melody, the track is somehow kept alive with intricate riff variations and in particular the crunching guitar of Stuart Braithwaite. This is all sounds very Spinal Tap – especially since the volume was turned up to eleven – but it works. Well worth checking out the Steve Albini-produced EP that brought this track to life.

‘Scotland’s Shame’ aside, this reviewer was not overjoyed with Mogwai’s latest offering The Hawk Is Howling. However the layered crescendo of ‘I’m Jim Morrison, I’m Dead’ and Barry Burns’ eerie keyboard tinkering on ‘Thank You Space Experts’ did give the album a new breath of life in its live format. Burns himself induced the biggest headfuck of the evening with some indistinguishable-yet-haunting vocoder acappella at the end of ‘Hunted By A Freak’. I’m going to park this review now, Mogwai’s is not a medium to which words can do justice. In a dream world, these guys would be filling stadiums in their own right but until then lets hope we see them at the Electric Picnic.

Franz Ferdinand (live in Dolans, Limerick)

The anticipation amongst the lucky 400 in Dolan’s Warehouse ahead of this ‘warm-up’ gig was that the Glaswegian art-rockers would use this chance to rehearse material from their new Tonight album with one eye on their upcoming European tour. Not so. They played what seemed like every memorable moment from their already-classic debut album, kicking off the setlist with a stomping rendition of ‘Come On Home’. Alex Kapranos made sure he reminded the crowd where they were with frequent ‘Thank you Limerick’s between songs, but whether he was aware the Terry Wogan namedropped in ‘Dark of the Matinee’ is himself a Limerickman was unclear. However a spontaneous crowdsurf at the end of the gig did ensure Kapranos left Shannonside with an intimate knowledge of the city Wogan left behind!

Kapranos’ authentic vocal talent was a constant but what also impressed was his frenetic double-jobbing as lead guitarist, especially during ‘Do You Want To’. A banging ‘Take Me Out’ was played surprisingly early in the set, followed by a string of new songs (DISCLAIMER: I haven’t heard the new album yet. For shame.) Recent single Ulysses was warmly received by the crowd - a welcome endorsement for FF in these days of Kings Of Leon daytime-radio overkill. The encore comprised a subtle-then-manic delivery of their best-ever song Jacqueline, a surprisingly tasteful 4-man assault on the drumkit at the end of another newbie, and regular curtain-closer ‘Burn This City’.

Lasting Impact: The bulk of the tiny crowd remained subdued throughout – even for Take Me Out – which annoyed this reviewer given the rarity of gigs like this and the energy FF put in to their performance. In fairness, it was stadium-rock in a room the size of a small community hall - what more reason do you need to rock out? As for Franz themselves, here was a band that cared more about playing their favourite songs rather than pushing their new record, and the enjoyment of such was clear to see on their faces at the end of the gig. Having seen them play in Lansdowne Road 4 years ago, its great to think they still give me the same buzz. It was a privilege to be there. Keep the big guns coming, Dolans.