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Tracklist:
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--
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WerbungSchade, dass die drei Singles auch drauf sind.
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Korrektur, Hausmeister: Alle vier Singles sind drauf. (Go Square Go, Daddy, Heart, Geraldine)
Schade.--
Schade, dass alle vier Singles drauf sind.
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hausmeister_pSchade, dass alle vier Singles drauf sind.
Nach dem was ich gehört habe, wurden die Singles (zumindest 1-3) neu aufgenommen.
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Ohne Musik ist alles Leben ein Irrtum.Am 25. August wird zudem „Daddy’s gone“ als Single veröffentlicht. Sicherlich die neue Album-Version.
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Das Album ist ja nun mittlerweile erschienen (zumindest im Vereinigten Königreich). Hat es denn schon jemand? Wenn ja, unterscheiden sich die Albumversionen von den Singleversionen? Bin gerade am Überlegen, ob ich mir die Vinylversion für 18,39€ bei amazon holen soll…
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In an ocean of noise, I first heard your voice. Now who here among us still believes in choice? - Not I!Hier mal zwei sehr euphorische Reviews:
Glasvegas
It often seems that working-class rock tackling the hard realities of street life is a dying art. But it’s time for a revival and Glasvegas show there is something more than well-bred boys clogging the charts with sanitised songs.
The howling feedback, splintered guitars and raw vocals of mainman James Allan raise a long dormant beast. It comes out howling in despair and sorrow in the extraordinary seven-minute opener, Flowers And Football Tops.
It doesn’t let up until this astonishing debut album’s soaring final elegy Ice Cream Van. Embracing The Jesus And Mary Chain’s Phil Spector-esque wall of sound, 50s rock ’n’ roll and even the 30s hit You Are My Sunshine, musically Glasvegas are unique.
They are the sound of the city’s past ghosts, its tumultuous present and uncertain future. In prison ballad Polmont On My Mind, the self-explanatory Stabbed, and a tear-stained ode to commitment, Geraldine, time and again Glasvegas sing about big hearts that are brought low, and bold dreams that are cruelly denied. This is music born of a real and burning need. The broken-hearted ballads, bare-knuckle truths and death-or-glory soliloquies are superbly detonated by Allan and his crew.
Particularly striking is drummer Caroline McKay, the record shop employee that Allan decided had to be in his band. She gives strength to the old adage about keeping music alive – by saving it from musicians.
Glasvegas will, hopefully, be as influential as the Oasis records that once spurred Allan into action. This is the rock record the nation has been waiting for – an adrenalin shot, straight to the heart.
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http://www.nme.com/reviews/glasvegas/9885
Glasvegas
First, a question: what is the point of rock’n’roll? There are as many answers as there are people to ask, but surely one essential tenet is that great rock affirms life. Which brings us to ‘Stabbed’, one of the most unsettling moments on Glasvegas’ astounding debut. In it, James Allan recounts a flight from a tooled-up gang in a half-dead monotone, muttering, “No cavalry could ever save me/I’m gonna get stabbed”, over reverb-ghostly piano. How many people are hunched knit-browed over notebooks right now, trying to write songs about ‘broken Britain and knife culture and that’? Well, they’ve all been rendered pointless by this, which knowingly echoes The Shangri-Las’ ‘Past, Present And Future’ in its borrowing of Beethoven’s ‘Moonlight Sonata’. A piece written by the world’s most famous composer while he was slowly going deaf, appropriated by a bunch of rough-edged dreamgirls to make a teenage melodrama of crushed hearts, reappropriated by a 20-something Glaswegian for a topical-yet-timeless evocation of terror that, in its humanisation of a social problem, somehow offers hope. That, my friends, is pop music at work.
And that’s nowhere near the best song on the album. From the off, ‘Flowers & Football Tops’ grabs you by the throat: huge space and reverb lend power to spare instrumentation, stock “wooah wooah”s and “baby”s twisted to fit the raw and real pain of a mother deprived of her son by violence. Then there’s ‘Go Square Go’, the artery-pumping surge of guitar perfectly conjuring the adrenaline rush of an imminent childhood kicking. ‘Perfect’ is a word that keeps springing to mind, yet one of Glasvegas’ great strengths is that they’re forged from imperfection. Rather than seek out the tightest drummer on the Glasgow scene and the most seasoned guitarist, James Allan chose a girl he met in a shop and his cousin.
As a result, they have the do-or-die gang mentality of all great bands. That knack of using the near-to-hand and commonplace to fashion a watertight aesthetic also feeds into Allan’s lyrics. At first, his repeated use of nursery-rhyme motifs jars, but on further listening you realise each is tightly woven into its context. Most heartbreakingly so in ‘Flowers & Football Tops’, where the refrain from ‘You Are My Sunshine’ lingers, subtly wrenching, on the “sun” syllable. ‘It’s My Own Cheating Heart That Makes Me Cry’, meanwhile, deftly threads in a lyric from fellow working-class romantics Oasis as the narrator goes about his conquests. “It’s all about going out and getting pissed with eagle eyes/And sincerity bottom on my list/What’s the story morning glory?/I feel so low and worthless”, howls Allan, before the torrential finale cleanses his self-disgust. But unlike Oasis, Glasvegas are a social band: they sing about their city’s troubles, tour prisons and dedicate their first award to the murdered local teen who inspired ‘Flowers…’.
Their most socially aware songs, ‘Geraldine’ and ‘Daddy’s Gone’, remain as astounding as at first listen. The former rips through a classic indie-rock template to the raw guts underneath by the sheer force of Allan’s retching-up-his-soul delivery and its genius subject matter: who else could write a song about a social worker and make it sound like your soul ascending to heaven? ‘Daddy’s Gone’ similarly still stuns with its frank but never mawkish sense of abandonment. That Allan keeps it out of the melodramatic mire it could be (at risk of a hack-lynching, compare it with Lennon’s ‘Mother’) is to his credit.
What makes the album so sonically perfect is the contrast between the grandeur of Rich Costey’s big New York production, the simplicity of the songs and the immediacy of their Dion & The Belmonts-via-Dalmarnock inflections. Of course, they’re hardly the first to take doo-wop and girl-group sounds and add a bit of noise and echo. What sets them apart from bands ploughing similar furrows (like The Raveonettes) is their resistance to stylised retro references in favour of something much more human.
So believe it: this is the real thing, no-one’s crying wolf, not even Alan McGee. There’s not enough hype in the world for Glasvegas. They are an important, amazing, real band that won’t let you down. Not because they play real instruments and sing real songs about real people (they’d be just as genuine if they wrote noise collages about interstellar seahorses on MacBooks); they’re real because they put their entire hearts and souls and brains into it. And that is rock’n’roll.
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In an ocean of noise, I first heard your voice. Now who here among us still believes in choice? - Not I!Habe das Album heute bekommen und bin nach dem jetzt dritten Durchgang sehr begeistert von der Platte. Die Singles waren mir zwar schon bekannt, dass ändert jedoch nichts daran, dass es großartige Songs sind. Das Album wirkt wie aus einem Guss, die leicht depressive Atmosphäre nimmt einen schon nach dem ersten Song gefangen.
Für mich bisher ganz klar mein Album des Jahres. Spontan würde ich ***** Sterne vergeben, mal sehen, ob das Album dieses hohe Niveau auch in Zukunft halten kann.
P.S. Vielleicht wäre ein Mod so freundlich verschiebt den Thread in das Unterforum ‚Aktuelle Platten frisch ausgepackt‘.
EDIT: Das ging ja schnell. Danke schön! :wave:
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In an ocean of noise, I first heard your voice. Now who here among us still believes in choice? - Not I!Hat jemand einen Tipp, wo ich das Album am Besten auf Vinyl bestellen kann?
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If you try acting sad, you'll only make me glad.Declan MacManusHat jemand einen Tipp, wo ich das Album am Besten auf Vinyl bestellen kann?
Wenn es UK sein darf: hier
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Danke Euch beiden! Da lege ich dann die beiden dort lieferbaren Singles gleich noch dazu.
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Lately I've been seeing things / They look like they float at the back of my head room[/B] [/SIZE][/FONT]nun ja Euphorie wíll sich bei mir noch nicht einstellen, dafür klingt mir das Album auf Dauer ein bisschen zu wenig abwechslungsreich. Und auch wenn’s keiner hören will: Kennt jemand noch diese Ami-Band „The Outfield“ (Mitte der 80er)? Der Gesang ist da manchaml sehr nah dran. Mein Lieblings-Track bis dato: Flowers & Football Tops, da kommt fast Frühneunziger „Frank and Walters“-Feeling auf.
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"Man kann nicht verhindern, dass man verletzt wird, aber man kann mitbestimmen von wem. Was berührt, das bleibt!@TMF: The Outfield? Die waren aber zu sehr Ami-Rock und breitbeinig, der Vergleich trägt nicht wirklich. Viel naheliegender finde ich Pete Wylie bzw. Wah.
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