OMG, I am addicted!!
So I’ve known about Glasvegas (yes, pronounced like ‘las vegas’) since, February, I think (thank you, Spin). It didn’t really catch with me. I mean, we all love ‘Geraldine’, right? I’d hear the opening chords in the gym and freak out, until it shifted into some godawful modern rock song. I fell for that trick tens of times.
Saturday I was doing my Anarchy in the UK 3 miler, and this video happened to come on:
The crushworthy-ness of the lead singer is only 1/3rd of the reason why I loved it so much.
2. Glasgow brogue!!!! Does anything else sound nearly as interesting? No.
3. 1:30-1:33: ‘What’s the story, morning glory?’ Way to touch my Brit-poppy heart.
Came home and listened to more of the album during a rain/snowstorm.
Other wicked cool things: the drummer is a woman that had never played before (a record store clerk), but the lead singer (a former footballer) thought that she just seemed like she should be in a band. The lead singer and the guitarist are cousins. You know that these are the factors that warm the cockles of my heart. Plus I heart Glasgow.
By last night, I had to have it. I love it so much; it’s one of those very rare albums I want to just listen to, not running or dancing or throwing a party; I want to listen to it for its own integrity. I mean, seriously, a song about social workers? Rad. (Though ‘Flowers and Football Tops’ will make you cry). These are the songs and this is the voice where you are using your iPod as a mock microphone and standing up on your bed, theatrically. Not that I’ve done that (standing up on the bed–the ceiling is too low).
