10 Tracks You Have To Hear (11/04/11)
1. The View – ‘I Need That Record’ The message of Record Store Day is a simple one: records are ace, and the world will be a much shitter place when there are no shops you can walk in and buy them while talking to other folk doing the...
The View - Bread and Circuses (1965)
After the poor sales of ‘Which Bitch? ’, The View had to think seriously what was more important to them: the drugs or the music? Producer Owen Morris was burdened with the blame for the drug-fuelled cock-up, and Youth was drafted in to...
Live review: The View
Checklist: first album that sums up your general shouty, shambolic, Scottish shtick: check. Second ‘darker’, ‘more experimental’ album that takes the bits that people liked from the first but, like, pushes the boundaries with them, maaan:...
The View, Twisted Wheel, Tommy Sparks
There’s a brilliant moment towards the end of The View’s triumphant set tonight. It comes after the band have survived stage invasions from their raging and inebriated label manager James Endeacott, after they’ve kicked their way through a...
The View
Commercial suicide; The Monkees did it with 1968’s Frank Zappa-collaborating audio-visual brainfuck Head. Slade did it with their 1975 faux rockumentary Slade In Flame. You might even argue The Stone Roses did the same with their riff-heavy 1994...
The View/The Metros/Holy Ghost Revival/Frank...
It may not yet be even two years old but, by striking a rare balance between credibility and great tunes, 1965 Records seem to have hit the indie nail bang on the head. The beloved baby of former Rough Trade man James Endeacott (the fella who A&Rd...
The View
A slow-burning acoustic number from a band from Dundee who specialise in quicksilver ruffian-pop. Hmm… we smell a rather large rat. Good grief, didn’t they release their last single just the other week? Yes, and isn’t this like the fifth...
The View: Dundee, Caird Hall, Monday April 9
Are ye goin’ to see The View tonight, then?” queries NME’s taxi driver, en route to Dundee’s Caird Hall. “Good luck to ye son, because that place is fucking heaving tonight.” He’s not wrong, either. Tonight marks the opening...
The View
On which the coke-carrying, spunky jeans-wearing Dryburgh heroes ditch the wind-on-the-bonce exhilaration of ‘Wasted Little DJs’ and ‘Superstar Tradesman’ and get distinctly jaunty. Jauntiness, of course, being about as positive a...
The View: Hats Off To The Buskers
Here he comes now, falling out of Club NME Dunfermline at 5am after DJing, off his knackers on buffalo tranquillisers. Brushing the fresh crust of dried-in Magners from the jeans he’s been wearing since New Year’s Eve 2004, he heads straight...
