Perched on a shelf at the back of a packed out Exchange main room is surely one of the best positions from which to witness a gig. In this case, it’s Westside Cowboy, captivating at both full volume and hushed vocals around one microphone. They’re clearly on the up, with a number of prominent support slots, past and upcoming, and the first two EPs have some fine moments on that, reflected here live. A short 15 song set that nonetheless gets me out of there before 10pm, and honestly that’s a good thing for me. Drunk Surfer remains a highlight, but the new stuff is grand too. I look forward to never seeing them in such a small room again.