Houston three-piece Khruangbin (Thai for aeroplane) are a bit bluesy, a bit psychedelic, a bit funky, but always mellow – intricate and sophisticated musicianship in the service of the groove. They write dreamy songs that burble away in the background, stroking the pleasure centres of the brain.
Seeing the band live is an opportunity to focus, to really listen, to watch them play and interplay. The trouble, in Glasgow at least, is that they are performing in an arena far too big for the way they choose to present themselves. Their popularity has reached the point where it is diminishing their impact.
