Mention Mogwai to any discerning music fan and a slow smile will creep across their face. For over ten years the Bellshill boys have slain audiences across the world with their brand of post-rock, by turns visceral and beautiful they have remained critical darlings for over a decade.
Once Dundee was famous for producing jute, jam and journalism – now it seems it principle claims to fame are producing computer games, music magazines and kick-ass alternative music. The city that brought you Lemmings, Grand Theft Auto and Clash Magazine is currently in the throes of a musical revolution.
From the ever-creative loins of Fat Hippy come these Aberdeenshire funk-indie wannabes, who will be sure to divide audiences down the middle.
Another day, another lovelorn chanteusse. Signed to the eco-friendly River Rat Records (all releases use recycled card doncha-know?) Theodore strums a mean six string.
Honestly, it’s enough to make grown men weep. The long-promised indie revival looks as if it will fizzle out in a hail of skinny jeans and skinny riffs.
I often wonder what draws people to the more abrasive side of metal, and after hearing this I will continue to wonder.
Oxfordshire trio with a Scottish connection: this was recorded in Perthshire by Robin Evans (he who viewed the View before anyone else did).
What with nu-rave turning the nations limbs into an assortment of neon spandex, it stands to reason that once we all come down from that nostalgic hit of ecstasy
Musical revolutions often come from the most unlikely of places. I mean, who would have thought that four lads from Liverpool would change the world?
To his followers, the phrase “new Robert Wyatt album” has the same halo of excitement as the phrase “James McFadden from forty yards” has to the average Scotsman.