By Ewen Hose
Scotland is a country that has a surprisingly diverse array of musical talent for a country of its size. It generally lacks the powerhouses of Wales, such as your common-garden Manics and Stereophonics, instead birthing bands with smaller but equally passionate fanbases.
On the indie-shaped side of things you have bands such as the dulcet Camera Obscura, post-rock legends Mogwai, the heavier angst drive of Biffy Clyro and Idlewild and twee darlings Belle and Sebastian (themselves one of the few big bands to play my hometown of Dunoon, along with Blur and Ocean Colour Scene).
Biffy Clyro is something of a cult favourite among peers back home, hailing from the small town of Kilmarnock, and responsible for the acclaimed Infinity Land that marks the highpoint of their punk revivalism. Our more popular exports include Glasgow’s Travis and The Proclaimers (all MOR anthemics and Hogmanay floor-fillers) as well as the quiet-of-late Franz Ferdinand, whose atmospheric rise during the early Noughties indie explosion saw a surge in silly German U-boat commander haircuts and tight trouserdom.
A personal favourite is the sadly-defunct Edinburgh-based Beta Band, who apparently thrived on the quest for quirk (synchronised drumming, Beta Band raps, outrageous brass sections and electro blips and beeps).
Their final album Zeroes to Heroes is the most grandiose example of this eclectic style. In a fair world, they could have been the country’s answer to Blur. Going further back, there’s other luminaries such as the anarchic bark of 70s loonies the Sensational Alex Harvey Band and the dark atmospherics of the Jesus and Mary Chain (featuring future Primal Scream frontman Bobby Gillespie), whose biting debut Psychocandy remains a post-punk pinnacle. And 80s teen favourites Simple Minds.
All in all, Scotland may lack a Beatles or a Rolling Stones, but we did push out Lulu and Eurythmics so up yersel’, big yin.
Right, first off, I really hate it when people, namely students, bang on about programmes they used to watch when they were young. The top three offending programmes are as follows: Super Ted. Danger Mouse and the Magic Roundabout.
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This collaboration works. Sway’s tight-fitting rapping about charity, football and his rise to success all work with the intermittent Mr Hudson lyrics. The two musical styles merge well together, as the remix is underpinned by the backing of the original song, which is invigorated by Sway’s lyrics.
Jangly, mesmerising future folk guitar that undulates from the Cardiff-based pseudo-scientists specialising in lyrical one-liners. Complemented with soft touches of synthesiser that really does transport you into other galactic realms. Not necessarily the most memorable of twee-pop nuggets but certainly an intriguing listen with its optimistic layered vocals cooing.
Left-eye Lopez’s tragic demise
In between spay-painting small horses with swastikas and sniffing glue the youth of today still like to chew the fat from time to time. Unfortunately the cretins have adopted a bizarre type of new-speak which can leave “me-mans” (myself and some of my close friends) “well vexed” (Perplexed, Peeved). That’s where the Urban dictionary comes in. With this peer monitored compendium of British and American slang you can find out what the little twazocks actually said to you before you walked off full of impotent rage and self loathing. Yay. To elaborate. After hearing a rap-tune recently I heard the word “skeet” a term with which I was unfamiliar. Consulting the Urban dictionary I discovered that skeet is a verb that describes, “Bustin’ a nut in a skizzles grill” or, the act of ejaculating onto a woman’s face. Other notable explanations submitted included the rather quaint: “To drop a banana item in Mario Kart 64, thereby causing a trailing opponent to slip on it and skid out” and the colorful “Something I would love to do on the Olsen twins. “The real fun lies in contrasting the Neanderthal with the surely mock-serious entries. Of course some helpful souls point out the real meaning of the word (something to do with clay pigeon shooting) but it is all done very tongue in cheek. A running dialogue on the site led one poster to claim it was a word which White people only heard about from the comedian Dave Chapelle. This in turn led one of his fellows to inform us that it is a completely fictional word invented by black people because they needed something to do in between collecting welfare cheques. As if via osmosis the stupidity seeps into you brain and you can impress the Gs in your hood with your newfound knowledge and/or prejudices lest ye be merced by your in the know peers.
(or how to have a good study break date)
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