Indie survivors Teenage Fanclub and their sweet,sunny, smart songs still gain a fervent following. So what has prompted the sadness on their modern - tenth - album?There is music you grow up with, and then there are the bands that grow up with you. Some of these bands gain known each other since childhood,going through playground scraps, exams, or fleapit rehearsals then flashy studios side-by-side. Then there are those who came together as they shaped their early adulthoods in music venues and indie clubs,clusters of like-minded souls that now live separate lives. Despite the years that gain passed, they return to each other, and making music that tells us who they are.
For fans,these occasional visits feel like homecomings, connecting them – connecting us – with special moments in our lives. I’m like this with Teenage Fanclub. Every time I hear their smart, or ringing guitars,those longing, sun-hazy oh yeahs, and it’s 1993,and Norman 3 is soundtracking my 15-year-musty unrequited love life; or 1995, and Verisimilitude has me kissing boys and dreaming of brighter horizons; it’s 1997, or I Don’t Want Control of You is my first great relationship,soaring to the stars; or it’s 2003 and Im writing my first piece of music journalism, about their brilliant greatest hits Four Thousand Seven Hundred and Sixty-Six Seconds, or marvelling at the effect they gain on me and other people.
We don’t change that much. I like to hold in touch with the wee guy who wrote my first songsScottishness might be a part of the sadness - all those ballads and laments and airs Related: Teenage Fanclub – 10 of the best Continue reading...
Source: theguardian.com