In an effort to stop myself from just blogging soppily about teenage favourites, here's last year's best single. Late to the party with Glasvegas, but I've been playing this a lot since I heard it a month or so ago. A lot, a scary amount. Look up what this song's about and check out the lyrics properly. Warning: may make you so sad that you have to listen to the song another dozen times.
Oh, and the album's pretty fantastic too. With all the stabbings and misery, they're like a Glasgow Arctic Monkeys. Except, annoyingly for a Sheffielder, obviously much better.
Being better than the arctic monkeys is not hard at all. Because they are shit. But so are these guys. Especially the lead singers hair.
ReplyDeleteAlso, the background vocals make me think of technicolour dreamcoat berk.