I’ve had the album on repeat play for two full weeks. My neighbours must be getting mighty sick of it. Am I? No way. Glasvegas are f*cking epic. Packed with bleeding heart terrace anthems guaranteed to make grown men cry. Or this grown man anyway. I defy anyone who’s lost their Dad, been betrayed by their Dad or just feels slightly short-changed by their Dad to listen to the stunning Daddy’s Gone and not shed a tear:
“All I wanted was a kick-a-bout in the park. For you to race me home when it was nearly getting dark. How I could’ve been yours, and you be mine. It could’ve been me and you until the end of time…”
I’ve been banging on about these guys for months to anyone who’ll listen. Album of the Year. Glastonbury 2009 main stage. Off. The. Hook.
PS: have you heard how they signed up drummer Caroline McKay? [This is anecdotal] Cousins James and Rab were on a night out, saw five feet of dancing dervish. Asked her if she wanted to be in their band. She said she couldn’t play anything. They said she could play the drums. And now she’s drumming, standing up, in the best new band on the planet. Rock & Roll baby!