Glasvegas is a Scottish band I discovered recently, thanks to Paul Lester's excellent Band of the Day page at the Guardian. If anything, I've picked up on this band at a stage in their history that's even earlier than where the Arctic Monkeys were when I discovered them in December 2005. Glasvegas aren't even signed to a record label yet.

The sound is aching, romantic, shimmery and sweet. The hype manages to capture some truth: this Glasgow quartet captures the late 1950s and early 1960s, giving it a touch of electric distortion. Their single "Daddy's Gone" is getting a lot of press, and for good reason. People wonder if they can keep up the form. Alan McGee (the man who discovered Oasis) is raving about them, and I think he's on to something. I found a nine-song artist promo online, and I can vouch for them.

This seems to be the real shit. And this doesn't mean that they've reinvented rock and roll. They just do what they do really well. And with an almost unintelligible Scottish accent.

Here is their myspace page.

And here's a link to the video for Daddy's Gone. The lead singer has a certain Joe Strummer quality. So they've got the sound, and they've got the look. Let's see if they have a little luck. They deserve it!

In case it isn't clear: I really like this band.