Spinning Coin / The Yawns / Orzelda @ Music Language Festival, 7 Sep

Reminders of Glasgow’s fading industrial heritage are not hard to find. Disused warehouses are plentiful in this city, which is handy if – like the people at Winning Sperm Party – you are in the business of promoting free shows as part of the Music Language Festival.

One decrepit structure in particular has proved popular as a makeshift venue. Lying somewhere between Dumbarton Road in Partick and the Clydeside Expressway, it offers excellent acoustics. When American drone-core masters Francis Harold and Holograms played here in 2011 the voulme was so loud it could be heard on the other side of the river.

Charitably billed by event organisers as the ‘Old Partick Warehouse’, it’s hard to imagine a venue that could more horrify members of the health and safety executive. The roof leaks, the supporting walls have seen better days and those expecting such luxuries as a toilet are advised to look elsewhere.

But the 50 or so punters that have congregated here on a Saturday afternoon don’t seem arsed about such trifling issues. There’s not many venues in which you can cycle straight in, dismount and immediately crack open a sizable carryout.

Opening the show are Orzelda, the creative vehicle of former Twilight Sad bass man Craig Orzel. He’s recruited a band which includes members of various other Glasgow outfits, and the resulting sound is a lot denser than the lo-fi pop found on his 2008 LP Wee Shop Is Filled With Delights. Nonetheless his short set is well-received and the band’s energy suggests that we can expect more shows soon.

Pollokshields flatmates The Yawns have stepped up their gigging in recently in advance of the release of their second album, and are about to embark on an extensive, self-organised European tour that proves that a lack of budget is no barrier to a band with ambition. Frontman Sean Armstrong remains motionless throughout their set, resolutely staring at the ground, with his hands firmly clasped in his pockets, when not singing. When he does step up to the mic his vocals are what lifts The Yawns’ sound. Their songs tread the line between murky and melodic, and are laced with some strong melancholy. Summer’s Wasted sounds particular poignant today, given that it’s a chilly September afternoon and we've reached the fag-end of what has been a memorably warm season.

As the wind rattles through the warehouse, reminding us that we’re standing in a building far past the point of being condemned, up steps noise rock duo Spinning Coin to conclude proceedings. Guitarist Rob Alexander powers through a raw set of steel-shredding riffs that sounds that bit more intense thanks to the cavernous surroundings. Some of the music's nuances are lost due to the limited PA system, but it’s a price worth paying to perform in what must count as one of Glasgow’s most unique venues.