
Of the bands the British music press goes berserk about, few make much of an impression here in the United States (Kooks? Kills? Klaxons?). But this year’s contender, Scotland’s Glasvegas, deserves a better fate. Led by a singer schooled in the artful slurring of Joe Strummer, Glasvegas adds a touch of fifties doo-wop to peals of fuzzed-up post-punk guitars. The songs are gritty urban tales of social workers and knife fights, and the melodies are strong enough to keep their shape amid a spacious sonic landscape. Glasvegas’s self-titled debut is out September 8, and they’ll be on a short tour of the States this fall, supporting Echo and the Bunnymen and headlining the Mercury Lounge on October 4.