James Allan endereza el rumbo de su banda después del tremendo error de cálculo que supuso “Euphoric Heartbreak” (Columbia, 11), el pomposo segundo disco de Glasvegas. Sin renunciar a la épica marca de la casa, la formación escocesa reduce niveles para ajustarse a un dramatismo descarnado y realista en el que vuelve a aparecer la sensibilidad creativa que definió su notable debut homónimo hace cinco años. La grandilocuencia impostada que engullía a las composiciones de la anterior entrega desaparece mayoritariamente durante el presente álbum, dando paso a un decálogo convincente e incluso, por momentos, emocionante. La herida abierta era profunda y aún tardará en cerrar definitivamente en confianza y reputación, pero la reacción cuenta con la suficiente firmeza como para recuperar la fe en un grupo de nuevo intenso, creíble y sincero, con canciones centradas en su motivo y no en el cegador destello del envoltorio.
Fuck that shit. Me and the Beacon shook hands a few months ago that if they didn't play Glasto we were going to Hyde Park. Oxegen can kiss my nut sack.
Hi Joel, thanks for the thuothgful comment. My overanalysis is for (hopefully) humorous effect. I agree with everything you say and I hope I've managed to put across that I understand James Allan enjoys writing narratives from other people's specific point of view (rather than general ones), and that I like Glasvegas and admire James. I agree that the need for the gay community to show solidarity on every issue is a problem, but I do sadly believe it's still a need, as long as homophobic prejudice, abuse and violence continues. Like you I would like to live in a society where nobody cares either way what our sexuality is.
The Absent Game In between me and my hunsbad we've owned a lot more MP3 players over time than I can count, like Sansas, iRivers, iPods (typical & touch), the Ibiza Rhapsody, etc. But, the last few a long time I've settled down to one line of players .