LORD HURON LIVE AT GLASGOW’S O2 ACADEMY

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*LORD HURON PERFORMING AT USHER HALL, EDINBURGH*
*PHOTOCREDIT: KENDALL WILSON*

Lord Huron’s return to Glasgow drew a huge crowd to the O2 Academy, where anticipation buzzed long before the band took the stage. By the end of the night, the audience had been swept through a dreamlike journey of ghost stories, open-road anthems, and bittersweet ballads.

They opened with Who Laughs Last, its slow build setting a moody tone, before shifting into the driving pulse of Looking Back and Bag of Bones. The momentum carried into Ends of the Earth, which had the whole room clapping in rhythm, and then hushed for the spectral beauty of The Ghost on the Shore. When Wait by the River followed, Schneider’s tender vocal delivery stilled the room completely.

The middle of the set showcased the band’s versatility. Secret of Life and Used to Know echoed with haunting harmonies, while Ancient Names, Pt. I exploded with cinematic energy. The wistful Long Lost led into Watch Me Go, which pushed the pace again, and I Lied simmered with tension. One of the night’s highlights came with La Belle Fleur Sauvage, its delicate melancholy a counterpoint to the wild, stomping energy of Meet Me in the Woods.

As expected, The Night We Met was the emotional core of the show. With the stage bathed in light; the audience sang along so loudly it nearly drowned out the band. It was the kind of communal moment live music is built for — fragile, intimate, unforgettable.

The encore was a three-song arc: The World Ender arrived fierce and swaggering, Nothing I Need pulled things inward with reflective calm, and Not Dead Yet closed the night in a surge of energy, the band leaving the stage triumphant as fans shouted for more.

Throughout the set, the production elevated the storytelling. Lantern-like lighting created a spectral atmosphere for the quieter songs, while brighter strobes and washes of red and gold amplified the climaxes. The mix was crisp, with Schneider’s voice warm and present, layered over guitars and rhythm that never overpowered.

On stage, Schneider was unassuming yet magnetic, guiding the crowd through each story without overstatement. The band behind him — tight and assured — leaned into both the hushed ballads and the stormier crescendos, never losing cohesion.

What stood out most was the balance of the setlist. It felt carefully sequenced: atmospheric openers, a dramatic middle, and a finale that swung between sorrow, reflection and celebration. Fans online described it as Lord Huron “at their peak,” and in Glasgow, it was hard to disagree.

By the time the house lights came up, the O2 Academy felt transformed — less like a venue, more like a place haunted by myth, memory and music. For ninety minutes, Lord Huron held the crowd suspended between worlds, and the spell didn’t break until the very last note faded.