Glasvegas - Glasvegas (5 stars)

Glasvegas - Glasvegas

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.


1. Hype McWyper22 Sep 2008, 2:07am2 stars Glasvegas - Glasvegas Report

Heard the singles and went to see them at Connect expecting good things. Disappointed by a decidely average live set, coupled with near-invisible stage presence (black-clad band before a black blackdrop). Style over substance is my main impression.

Admittedly I'm an old bastard, but they're not a patch on the likes of JMC or Joy Division - to whom they owe a very large debt. They've some okay songs and their sound is fresher than some of the drivel dressed up as 'indie' that has assaulted our ears of late, but they ain't the new black, just yet more of the old one gone corporate. It's not the 1980s any more, people. Columbia isn't Creation. Sony isn't Factory. Just because Alan McGee likes them, it doesn't make them great (q.v. the lame-arsed tribute band formerly known as Oasis...)

And if you want a real 'working class poet' (whatever the fuck that means in these outsourced, principle-free times), go read some Tom Leonard. Those Oxbridge-groomed wannabe schemies at the NME who set the Glasvegas ball rolling are in a jizz-frenzy that they might at last have tapped the zeitgeist of the hoi-polloi. But look beyond the hype. We've been here before.

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