Glasvegas: Glasvegas

Notice how this Glaswegian band have subtly mixed the name of their home town into the name of the band. Clever stuff. The orchestral build up at the top of the album is overtaken as expected by guitar, bass and drum but I had to listen to it 3 times in quick succession because the vocals reminded me of something I couldn’t quite put my finger on. The best answer I could come up with was a Scottish version of the late Joey Ramone produced by Phil Spector. “Stabbed” stands out from the rest of the album, although not necessarily in a good way as it simply consists of a rambling Scottish monologue over a backdrop of Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata, which caused the wife to stick her head into my study and ask what the hell I was listening too.