Glasvegas - Glasvegas
- Suzanne Black
- 4 September 2008
Glasvegas - Glasvegas (Columbia)
‘The Best New Band in Britain’ says the NME. And for once they have thrown their fickle arrow of instant fame at a worthy target. In 2006, former footballer James Allan assembled a motley crew to give form to his ‘poems’ – disjointed conglomerations of heavily accented laments, suffusive feedback and surfy 60s pep. His vision reaches finality in a debut album that draws a masculine, if emotive picture of the underside of Glasgow and the innards of the mind.
Like the swirling miasmic songs, the mythos has piled up around the foursome until Allan is hailed as a working class poet, an articulate voice of the masses. Aggrandise-ment aside, they have produced an album of originality. Five perfect pieces of pop you’ll be singing in your sleep, your dotage and on your deathbed with enough eccentricities to reveal more with every listen. Anyone care to argue with ‘Stabbed’s trial by violence strung over Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata? Didn’t think so.