Too many bands these days just want to make a sustainable living – enough for a comfortable life and to not need that call centre job any more, but nobody's dreaming of Wembley. Nobody wants to be the next Bono or Freddie Mercury, standing with a radio mic in one hand and the other fist in the air. But for Lost City Lights, nothing less will be good enough.



You can’t talk about their sound, their knack for writing anthemic choruses or their stage presence without referencing stadium-fillers like U2, the Foo Fighters and Bon Jovi – and front man Scott McWatt’s vocals are delivered with the kind of power, urgency and self-belief to make Perry Farrell sound like a shy and retiring young man.



It’s in the vocals that modern rock influences like Jimmy Eat World and Matchbox 20 are most apparent. Combining this with an unidentifiable approach to songwriting, there’s hints of AFI and Kings of Leon in the way they put together drums, bass and guitar sounds.



The band came together after McWatt met Mark Sinclair at an open mic night in Glasgow. It could have been guns at dawn – the old, ‘this town ain’t big enough for the two of us’ routine. Two fiery aspiring rock gods in one band is a tricky dynamic, but that sense of always being one bum note away from fisticuffs gives them a tension not unlike the Gallagher brothers. And at least for now, they need each other too much to let go.



The Glasgow band have already started to spread their wings and play shows as far from home as Manchester (who loved them, of course), have sold out numerous hometown shows and supported Funeral For A Friend.



They’re not happy if everyone isn’t singing and clapping along by the end and dripping in sweat… and let’s just say they never go home with less than four perfect smiles. Yes, there’s five in the band, but what can we say. Mark’s an ice cold rock guitarist. And he’s probably smiling on the inside.



"Lost City Lights have worked strenuously and determinedly to develop into a tight playing band and a well oiled machine." Laura Blackhurst - Strathclyde Telegraph.