Monk Quixote

I’m sitting here listening to Glasvegas. As I have been for about six weeks, give or take the odd bit of manflu, work-hatred, non-running (still injured) and experiments in Nigella-worship.
And it’s simply not good for me. The huge sweeping guitars, the nursery rhyme lyrics, the Motown percussion bits, the thickly accented home truths. It makes [...]