Easily danced to by your dad and ashamed of its own chorus...
Oh are they, Ballboy? Are they [I]really[/I]? And your impression of Showaddywaddy farting through Belle And Sebastian’s trumpet is some sort of musical Colossus Of Rhodes, I suppose?
When they’re not busy being the most indiely Scottish indie band in Scotland Ballboy are primary school teachers, which explains why ‘All The Records…’ appears to have been knocked together by six-year-olds in a Let’s All Make Something Like Trembling Blue Stars class. Easily danced to by your dad and ashamed of its own chorus, the only difference between Ballboy and the music they sneer at is that they’ll never come within a quadzillion miles of anybody’s radio. Unless you can get Mimsy Scotpop Shamblebums FM-. Or John Peel, inevitably.