"I am that dickhead in the kitchen. I am the amateur pornographer."
It's lines like these - the opening words of Frightened Rabbit's "Acts of Man" - that set the tone for the type of music this Scottish five-piece creates: dark, moody and somewhat of a downer. Which is why the uplifting feeling that spread throughout the Showbox on Friday night came as somewhat of a surprise.
Known for their balance of self-deprecating love songs and anthemic Celtic guitar, Frightened Rabbit have spent the last seven years perfecting their tendency for making songs that sound sad, yet make listeners feel good. Touring in support of their fourth full-length release, Pedestrian Verse, they show no signs of slowing - or watering - it down.
In truth, the group make music that could just as easily be played at a pub, as a wake. And while the act has come a long way from playing somber songs in Scottish pubs, the intimacy of their delivery - even in a thousand-plus sold-out room - remained intact.
While all aspects of the hour and a half(ish) set proved full of life, the highlight may have come in the unexpectedly stripped down version of "The Twist" - at the request of someone in the crowd.
"We're not supposed to play this one," said front man Scott Hutchison, before slipping tentatively into the opening verse.
As inhibitions slipped away, the sound grew, proving the song a worthy addition to the encore set.
"That felt good," Hutchinson remarked, as the tune came to a close.
As the band departed from the stage for the last time, it was made evident this wasn't a sermon of fire and brimstone. Rather, it was spattered with eff-bombs, doused in whiskey - and full of soul.