Clean Up Your Eyes
Being the sort who believes absolutely everything it reads in the daily newspapers, NME had rather hoped that all Glaswegians would be like the cabbie who saw a flaming terrorist fighting with policemen outside an airport and, running off pure instinct, walked up to him and kicked him in the bollocks. Nice. Sadly, going on “Clean Up Your Eyes”, there’s a persistent but regrettable minority of Glaswegians who sound like U2 covering My Chemical Romance songs and sing lyrics like “Your skin reminds me of/Sleeping on clouds in my mind”. Having said that, this will probably be huge.