Singer-songwriter and Del Amitri frontman Justin Currie shares his top ten Scotch Poppers.
Eugenius: Pebble/Shoe A two chord indie masterpiece so simple and simply delightful you’d call it minimalism if you were a tit.
Altered Images: I Could Be Happy Brilliant bassline, delirious B-section (Get away, run away...) and a great example of Martin Rushent’s bold primary coloured production. Truly melancholy and exuberant. Classic girl pop.
Teenage Fanclub: Dumb Dumb Dumb Remarkably clever in so many ways. It takes real genius to sound so simple while being so sophisticated.
Simple Minds: This Fear of Gods By their third album Simple Minds were the future. Krautrock, Studio 54 and Magazine melted into one big gothic mirror-balled trans-European express. All sung by a genuine rock star to boot. Their apex.
The Delgados: Hate In their follow-up to the grim and gruesome Great Eastern the group excelled themselves and made conceptual ambition hip. Like the Beach Boys boiling in bleach, an anti-anthem, a sea of rage.
Withered Hand: California A fever dream telling of a feverish bad trip, Dan Wilson’s narrative genius has you enthralled in the beat poet nightmare from the opening line. A diary entry spun into gold by one of Britain’s best lyricists.
Arab Strap: Glue Scotland’s greatest slow-mo hip-hop act delivering a sweltering autopsy of curdled love affairs. I once covered this and escaped unscathed but only because the crowd were stuck to their beer-soaked stools in frozen horror.
James Yorkston: Broken Wave Beautiful mourning from Yorkston’s classic LP. Up there with the best Will Oldham and Bill Callahan recordings. Perhaps the most brilliantly English thing ever produced by a Scot.
AC Acoustics: Stunt Girl Still Scotland’s only decent grunge album, Victory Parts fuses pop with angst and rifferama. No one else got close to this in the 90s. ‘Stunt Girl’ sums it up – fast, fretted with melody and filled with desperation.
Attic Lights: Never Get Sick of the Sea It was either this or ‘No Time’ by Whiteout for pure Jocktastic powerpop. Joyousness and ridiculousness in perfect harmony. As if early 10cc had embarked on a Bay City Rollers covers album but been fatally distracted by a re-run of Hard Day’s Night on the telly. A lovely thing to be treasured.