Low Church of Laddism

I've been hearing a lot of buzz on the Scottish band Glasvegas as of late. Spin's blurb on them was especially well written:

Lads. Yobs. Scallies. Neds. In Britain, a culture has grown up around urban, working-class white guys that's almost religious in its fervor. Its sacraments are boozing, brawling and "chasing birds"...and its patron saints are the Gallagher brothers.  Glasgow quartet Glasvegas are a product of this world.

It's a world that frontman, former semipro footballer James Allen, describes in their songs. Says the Telegraph: "Allan sings about knife crime, social workers, depression, jealousy and parental failure in a language that is at once gritty and poetic, while lifting the spirits with old-fashioned melodies and a big, dramatic wall of sound."

This song, as airy and ethereal as it might sound is actually about a social worker(!):

(They will be on the David Letterman show on January the 5th, and their shows at the Bowery in New York and the Troubadour in LA are already both sold out!!)