Two kings of the indie dancefloor unite for a warm, timeless take on 20th century pop and rock
Daddy’s Gone/Flowers And Football Tops
How great are Glasvegas and their romantic C86-styled indie pop? For one thing, they sound like an amalgamation of every great single Creation record released pre-Oasis (The Jesus And Mary Chain, The Pastels and St Etienne), while at the same time managing to tap into the disparate brilliance of the likes of Elvis Presley, early-Beatles, The Stone Roses, Orange Juice, Roy Orbison, The Velvet Underground and The Proclaimers (don’t laugh. Only dorks don’t like The Proclaimers).
In doing so, they cram in an A-Z of rock’n’roll cool into two four-minute-plus slabs of shamble pop (the best being the A-side, complete with cutesy “ooo-ooohs”), which – from their Spector-indebted sound, to their use of ’50s-style mics, to the cool-ass, stand-up girl drummer – suggest they’re a band who might actually join the illustrious company mentioned earlier. Whatever. Right now, this is single of the year. No question.
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