THERE's a scene in the film Local Hero where in-house band The Ace Tones play a ceilidh.

The first night of the King Creosote and Kid Canaveral tour felt a bit like that: a rock‘n’roll hoe-down in a fishing village; an evening of collaborative performance – and an over-abundance of pine-panelled walls. Edinburgh power-pop conquerors Kid Canaveral are signed to Fence Records, the Fife label run by King Creosote, aka Kenny Anderson. The twain joined forces at this year’s SXSW bash in Texas, and their musical love-in continues apace with co-written material and a Scottish tour.

Anderson opened proceedings with a trove of rarities (Travis May Sue Your Ass), favourites (Twin Tub Twin) and re-workings from his album with Jon Hopkins, Diamond Mine, which was recently robbed of the Mercury Prize. He was joined by singer-songwriter Amy MacDougall, whose gorgeous backing vocals embellished Bubble and the Fleetwood Mac-esque You’ve No Clue Do You.

Kid Canaveral tore through an outstanding set of alt-rock anthems – from the sublime Her Hair Hangs Down to a startling brand-new track, The Wrench. All the while, drummer Scott McMaster’s breakneck drumming – parts metal, jazz, and military rave – did an excellent job of hurling any “twee indie” misperceptions of the band into Loch Broom.

King Creosote and Kid Canaveral’s indie-rock union provided a crowning set that was variously thrilling (their new joint single, Homerun and a Vow) and tear-jerking (John Taylor’s Month Away, about the solitude of a fisherman, took on a life of its own in Ullapool). You wouldn’t wish them to give up their day jobs, but in a parallel pop realm, KC squared could rule the world. Ace tones, indeed.

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