No Perch Too Small – Those Damn Crows Wreck The 100 Club

There are gigs. And then there are moments. Moments that burn themselves into your memory not because of the size of the crowd or the scale of the stage, but because of the atmosphere, the sweat, the proximity to greatness. Those Damn Crows at London’s legendary 100 Club was very much one of those moments.

The phrase “intimate gig” gets thrown around a lot, but when Shane Greenhall stares down a packed room and exclaims “no barricades, this is great!” you know you’re in for something special. The 100 Club – a venue soaked in history and sweat – proved the perfect home for a band poised to take the next colossal step in their career. This was less a gig, more a love letter to the fans who’ve been there from the start.

Opening the evening was James Bruner, the Nashville-born prodigy, decked out in a black flowered trousers and whispy shirt ensemble that gave Prince vibes with a rock edge. Backed by a slick band of riff-slingers, Bremner’s set was a vibrant, genre-bending tour de force that won the crowd over with charm, swagger, and some seriously tasty guitar work. He bowed to the crowd like a southern gentleman, and the audience bowed back in the form of whoops, claps, and raised drinks.

Then came the Crows.

Launching into a blistering, no-frills set that wasted precisely zero seconds, Those Damn Crows proved once again why they’re one of the UK’s most exciting rock acts. This wasn’t a warm-up show. This wasn’t a pit stop. This was a band tight, hungry, and hell-bent on giving London a night to remember. From seismic crowd favourites like Blink of an Eye and Rock ’n’ Roll Ain’t Dead to newer cuts from the phenomenal God Shaped Hole, every track landed like a sledgehammer and echoed like a prophecy.

Packed shoulder to shoulder, drenched in sweat, fans knew this was a show to talk about in the years to come. One of those “were you there?” nights. When the Crows inevitably headline Download or Reading, this show will be the myth whispered in beer gardens and merch queues across the country.

“The 100 Club? I was there.”

With God Shaped Hole flying high and momentum building like a tsunami, this gig felt like a line in the sand. The era of small stages is almost over. But the fire, the hunger, the passion? That’s not going anywhere.

The Crows are ready to soar. The only question is: are you ready to follow?