There's plenty of country in Glasgow. Country music that is. Always popular with the gun toting, stetson wearing occupants of the number 62 bus on a Saturday night, its influence pervades more than weekend cowboys on their way to the Grand Old Opry (there is actually one in Glasgow!).
It's something of a heritage thing and something of a hat thing as well. A stetson is so much cooler than a bunnet or a baseball cap - everybody knows that. Nobody impersonates truck drivers here; they all want to be gunfighters. The point of that little ramble was to put the Big Nowhere's album into context. There are songs on it about going out, drinking too much and going home with another woman's lipstick on your cheek. I'm sure that is a pretty universal experience and it happens as much in Nashville as it does in Newton Mearns (and yet it never happens where I live, of course). Many of the best country songs - and we're not talking the check shirt wearing AOR that get passed off as country these days - are about the mundane matters in life and these songs reflect that. Like those country songs, there is a moral behind the misadventure portrayed on this album but there's more than enough dry humour to stop your spirit from getting dragged down. Universal themes made in Glasgow but with barely more than a hint of a Scottish accent.
However, I'll a sucker for this kind of thing so this album gets the thumbs up. So tell me "…Satan, where are you going with my baby?"