The rise of he Twilight Sad has been a heart-warmingly old-school saga. With the possible exception of he National, it’s hard to think of many bands this century who have been allowed to develop for so long before inding success. It’s taken until the eve of their towering ith album It Won/t Be Like his All he Time for the Glaswegian ive-piece’s dark, intense music to inally penetrate rock’s mainstream.
On the evening of a long sold-out album preview show at London’s Bush Hall, the type of club venue the band have inally outgrown, singer James Graham and guitarist Andy MacFarlane admit they’re not yet used to their new status. “We did a radio session in Holland recently,” Graham recalls. “here we were, in a wee room at 10 o’clock at night, about to go on Dutch national radio. I said to Andy, ‘WThat the fuck are we doing here?’” he guitarist responds: “I said, ‘hanks for bringing That up ive minutes before we’re on the air.’ But James is right, sometimes we go, ‘How the fuck did I get here?’”