The beautiful, intimate Warfield was the perfect setting for songs from their debut album, Tourist History (2010, which won Irish Album of the Year), especially when the audience sang along so loudly to their favorites like the fast paced “Undercover Martyn” and “What You Know”, heightening the emotion in Trimble’s lyrics.
Meanwhile, Benjamin Johnson, a blonde blur attacking his drum kit in a Fred Perry polo, and Kevin Baird on bass sparked the perfect rhythm to jump and clap along to.
It was impossible to move, but impossible not to dance. The shimmering high notes peeling from Sam Halliday (lead guitarist) and Alex Trimble (vocalist)’s Gretsch and Fender guitars set the crowd adrift into a frenzied sea, the floor was being jostled back and forth, hip to hip, shoulder to shoulder. The night was definitely worth every second of the five hour total wait for the boys from Northern Ireland. As the first beats to “Cigarettes in the Theatre” began, the strobe lights seemed to be going off a million times per second, and the crowd’s anticipation could be felt in every way, leaving it hard to breathe. The band hadn’t even arrived but the Warfield turned into a mini rave as the audience jumped and sang along, it was euphoric already.įrom the moment “2DCC” as they’ve come to be called, stepped onstage, ecstatic screams from the crowd were so loud that you couldn’t even hear your own. In between during set breaks, dance music that the fans had grown up on, like Daft Punk, was played. They shared their eager energy with the audience and got them dancing to their own brand of Cali indie rock. Grouplove from Los Angeles came after, with a stronger stage presence and interesting sartorial choices: drummer in colorful boxer briefs, the bassist wrapped in a Union Jack and old hat, the guitarists looked straight out of a Haight-Ashbury thrift shop, and the keyboardist wore an eccentric black lace dress with a completely sheer skirt. The Lonely Trees were the first openers, likeable and fresh, a good way to start out, but not super memorable. Five months after their second ever San Francisco show, at the Fillmore, Two Door Cinema Club returned to the city, to a bigger venue and a completely sold out crowd. A good number were in the box office line, only for staff to come out and announce they only had four tickets left for the night.
The marquee outside The Warfield Theatre read “Two Door Cinema Club,” signifying the long line of concert-goers that waited for hours down the street.
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