Compared to all the other wee city centre festivals, Stag & Dagger is surely the most chilled out and mature. The queue to exchange tickets for wristbands seems to keep coming at a steady (although fast-moving) pace almost all evening, plenty arriving as late as 9 or 10 to just catch a few of the bigger bands.
With the sunshine blazing brighter than Glasgow's seen for yonks, it was quite nice to take a break in a nice wee dark venue – and ideal weather for those who could be bothered to walk out to Captain's Rest where a lot of the best bands were billed.
In the city centre venues, all the big names seemed to be scheduled in the same, 9.30ish slot, resulting in the festival suddenly seeming twenty times as busy as it had earlier, with queues forming all over.
Up against We Were Promised Jetpacks, A Place To Bury Strangers, My Latest Novel and plenty others, American band Fun pulled a decent crowd in the Vic Bar and played like a band worthy of a much bigger stage.
They may be a 'new' band, but with their rich history (Nate Ruess was the front man of The Format, and his new bandmates are from Steel Train and Anathallo), a half hour set seemed a bit like giving Jenson Button a Nissan Micra to do the Grand Prix in. Just plain silly. The six songs from their debut album Aim & Ignite that they played were awesome, but the set felt like it ended far far far too soon.
Sitting outside the Art School chatting to Nate for my interview at 10.30 at night, it was still beautifully warm, and Stag & Dagger's momentum showed no sign of waning. In its typical way, though, the last train home marked the end of my night. The line-up and the scheduling may not have gone entirely my way, but Stag & Dagger was still a lovely wee day out.
And Fun. Were. Amazing.