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Mashes the kitchen-sink drama of Aidan Moffat with a lyrical flow untouched upon since the halcyon days of Scatman John

Mashes the kitchen-sink drama of Aidan Moffat with a lyrical flow untouched upon since the halcyon days of Scatman John

Their music possesses a sense of the manic, yet contains a powerful logic and forward momentum

Theirs is what pop music would have been if John Lennon had listened to Belle and Sebastian, smoking hash and strumming in Kelvingrove Park.

Stop, listen, what's that sound? Local noise mongers come to tear your house down...

Remember that Hullabalooza Simpsons episode where two teenagers are down front and one says to the other "well that guy's cool", his friend asks "are you being sarcastic man?" and...

Looks like the Secret's out...

We didn't have a sport, so this gave us something to do

"We're the most beautiful thing in Scotland today because we are so fucking honest and true in what we do!"

This will be a decisive year for The Cribs to prove they are greater than the sum of their influences.

They are committed to dislocating themselves from the orthodoxies of the three piece, absorbing new instruments voraciously into their elaborate live set up, each one adding another sweetening dimension.