Glasvegas | Loppylugs

Submitted by the panel on 16 February 2013 - 10:27pm

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Flowers & Football Tops*Geraldine*It’s My Own Cheating Heart That Makes Me Cry*Lonesome Swan*Go Square Go*Polmont on My Mind*Daddy’s Gone*Stabbed*S.A.D. Light*Ice Cream Van*Lonesome Swan (Live)*Daddy’s Gone (Live)

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reviewed by

Neil Hornsey

So awful it's actually not bad

This album was horrendously painful for 4 weeks, a disgraceful blend of U2 and The Walkmen. But after tying myself to the stereo with speakers clamped to my ears, it suddenly made some kind of sense.

The well engineered stadium sound does get quite tasty, there's a lot of power in the music, and the vocals do start to sound a little more friendly after time. But it does beg the question: How many times should you have to listen to something before it makes sense? I think I'll play it again, time will tell.
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reviewed by

Glyn Lewis

Death in Vegas

9-10

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Swearing – it’s not big and it’s not fucking clever. But it is hugely and unintentionally hilarious on this album, particularly on Go Square Go, what a riot of childish naughty chanting – so bad it becomes good and then bad again. Also pretty funny is our little Ludwig’s lovely Moonlight Sonata having a street stabbing dialogue over it, ludicrous stuff.

I really don’t think much of this album – it manages the unlikely and unwelcome trick of being both anthemic and dreary. I find it impossible not to use the Scottish pejorative 'dour', this really is miserable, bleak stuff. It’s not exactly subtle or original stuff either, despite their Mercury nomination.

A couple of songs near the end (SAD Light and Ice Cream Van) show that they’re not complete idiots and worked quite nicely. Stark arrangements which seemed to make them more powerful, l was impressed by these, but these were very much the exceptions to a grim and uninviting rule.
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reviewed by

Richard Norbury

Awful. Fucking awful. How the hell did this get nominated for the Mercury?