In place of all that, we get big sweeping generalities, as though Allan is standing on top of a mountain, singing to the back row of THE WORLD. There’s even a troubling dearth of f-words. Pretty much anything that was unique or charming about Allan’s lyrics on 2008’s Glasvegas is gone. No obnoxious boozy fathers encourage their kids to fight, the Baltic fleet is not up anyone’s arse, and singer-songwriter James Allan no longer feels guilty about all the things he said to his Mum when he was ten years old. Beware: there are no social workers on Euphoric /// Heartbreak \, the second album from Scottish romantics Glasvegas.
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