Gut Reactions (post-gig memories and other trips): Alanis Morissette 2026, Summer Sessions, Bellahouston Park, Glasgow. Tuesday 30th June, 2026

We arrived just after 5 pm and still managed to snag a brilliant parking space on Corkerhill Road. By the time we'd walked to Bellahouston Park and gone through security, the first band, Lucia & the Best Boys, was already on stage. We listened as we wandered along past the food vendors in search of dinner. My sweet and sour chicken with noodles was vile, the watery sauce more akin to a soup.

Lucia and the Best Boys were down four members, playing acoustic as a duo, having been offered the opportunity to join the bill less than twenty-four hours earlier. Their songs sounded okay. No setlist listed on Setlist.fm.

Skunk Anansie were my main draw to this gig. The Gold Circle wasn't packed, so I had plenty of room to watch them. Skin is a force of nature, a creature of venom and honey. Her speaking voice can be shrill, but when she sings, the music penetrates my psyche and lifts my soul. I could listen to her all day. Today, she's dressed for summer in an outfit akin to that of a radical, old-school teacher, wearing a multi-layered black cape, cycling shorts and knee-length fluorescent pink socks. She's come to teach love and rage, and we are all her pupils.

Excuse the verbiage. The music was good. The music was loud. I was in my element: heavy rock.

Skunk Anansie Setlist:

Charlie Big Potato

Because of You

An Artist Is an Artist

God Loves Only You

Hedonism (Just Because You Feel Good)

Weak

Twisted (Everyday Hurts)

Lost and Found

I Can Dream

Tear the Place Up

Weak

I Can Dream

Wet Leg are a band I'd never seen live before. I like their offbeat music, with its striking riffs and stylised vocals. Singer Rhian Teadsale is one sexy frontwoman. Today, she's wearing glasses, shorts, a sheer top and a sweet smile. I have to remind myself there are other members in this band. It's difficult to take your eyes off her as she prowls the stage. The only thing more powerful than her is the drumkit's bass drum, which thumps the beat into my chest and vibrates my arm hairs. The band love their smoke machine, so the view is hazy but magnificent when the stage lights blast in full. The performance gets a thumbs up from me.

Wet Leg Setlist:

catch these fists

Oh No

Wet Dream

liquidize

jennifer's body

pond song

Being in Love

Ur Mum

davina mccall

pillow talk

Too Late Now

Angelica

Chaise Longue

CPR

mangetout

catch these fists

Angelica

Alanis Morissette is an unusual performer. Blessed with a strong voice, iconic songs, and a timeless look, she often races back and forth across the stage, rarely looking at or engaging with the audience. At times, my camera struggles to keep up with her because she was moving so fast. It's as if she's afraid to interact with us in case it disrupts the flow of the concert. This leaves the show slick, well-performed and beautifully sung, looking great on the screens, but, to me, it feels like she can't wait to wave goodbye and run offstage.

This lack of engagement leads some in the crowd to believe that it's chatty time - the "We'll get back to you when you sing something we recognise" mentality. And, boy, did they need to chat loudly to be heard over the band. I was in Scowlsville.

(That said, reviewing my photos, Alanis did sing many of the songs centre stage, anchored to a mic stand, so I'm not sure why my lasting impression is of her racing from side to side - maybe it was because she didn't talk to us very much, except to introduce her band at the designated times)

My phone died before the end of the concert, probably due to poor reception. Surprisingly, the rain stayed away, despite heavy, grey clouds overhead.

Overall, I enjoyed the gig. Alanis's hits are still bangers. Maybe next time, I'd enjoy it more if she sang all the songs towards the crowd, not the wings, and talked to us a bit more.

Alanis Morissette Setlist:

Hand in My Pocket

Right Through You

Reasons I Drink

A Man (segue)

Hands Clean

Can't Not (segue)

Lens

Sorry to Myself (segue)

Head Over Feet

Everything (segue)

You Learn