The Fratellis
The Fratellis? Boo! Stick ’em in the stocks and chuck rotten accusations at ’em. Stoopid! Ugly! Old! Hairy! Sell-outs! Look at them gormlessly churning out their simple-minded, daft singalongs for the great unwashed! Jeez, there’s a real...
The Fratellis
Mabel? That’s what NME’s nan was called! Now, we realise Jon Fratelli might be pushing 30 but he’s not looking all that bad for his age – even if the Peaches’ and Alexas of this world are probably out of his reach, we reckon he could...
The Fratellis: Costello Music
You might have heard that Glasgow’s Fratellis are a bit glam. Round their way, it’s all space hoppers, spangles and coveted Bolan seven-inches (that they might be able to swap for something from 1972-era Bowie). In Fratelliland, there are no...
The Fratellis: Chelsea Dagger
This is not, as the title suggests, an ode to a steam-powered Victorian sex toy. It’s about an androgynous groupie, in which case, calling it ‘I Couldn’t Properly Determine Your Gender On The Dancefloor (But I’ll Do Ya If You’re A...
