Glasgow lived up to its “Raintown” reputation on Friday night, as biblical winds and relentless rain swept through the city. Anyone venturing out deserved a medal — or at least a hot drink, a whisky or just a wee hug.
Billy Nomates (or Victoria to her friends) discovered just how strong her pull was against the storm and a Friday night in Glasgow!
At first, though, it didn’t look promising. The venue, imposing in scale but entered through a surprisingly modest doorway, was eerily quiet before showtime. Normally, a long queue would snake down the street — tonight, not a soul. Inside, the sparse early crowd made it seem like there were more staff than punters.
Support came from Emily Sadler, who faced the unenviable task of opening to a nearly empty hall. To her credit, she delivered something truly special and unexpected — not a band, but a mesmerising solo performance of mime, dance and gymnastics. Dressed in a figure-hugging one-piece, surrounded by props including a mannequin, a trapeze rig and scattered gin bottles, Sadler’s act was a mix of contortion, balance and expressive storytelling.
The initial reaction was muted, but as more soaked Glaswegians trickled in, appreciation grew. By the end, Emily had won over the crowd — a unique, daring and ultimately rewarding opening act.
With the venue now buzzing and near full, Billy Nomates stormed the stage, touring her latest album ‘Metal Horse’. Driven on by drummer Liam Chapman and bassist Mandy Clarke, plus the occasional backing track, her set was a kinetic mix of powerful vocals, staccato dance moves and a raw energy that hit like a mini Ian Curtis.
Her songs swung between spoken word, punk-fuelled pop, and socially charged anthems — sometimes subtle, sometimes a punch to the face. Between songs, she was almost shy, her speaking voice a contrast to the commanding performer who erupted as soon as the next beat dropped.
The stripped-back stage — a carousel horse, a few old circus props and some stark strip lighting — suited her perfectly: no frills, just focus. The always wonderful Mandy Clarke’s fluid basslines and Chapman’s tight drumming anchored the set, giving Miss Nomates room to let loose.
Tracks from Metal Horse blended seamlessly with earlier favourites, proving the new material stands tall in her catalogue. Having her friends alongside clearly boosted her confidence, with knowing smiles, particularly with Mandy, shared during songs.
So, could Billy Nomates’ pull beat Glasgow’s apocalyptic weather?
Absolutely!!!
The hall ended up packed and pulsing with the steam from innumerable wet Glaswegians rising up triumphantly. Those who made it out were rewarded with a night of grit, heart and pure connection — a reminder that sometimes, the worse the weather, the better the gig.
Review & Photographs by John Brown Photography
