The hype surrounding Scotland’s leather clad rockers has reached monumental peaks recently. They have been praised the next big thing by many publications and their new single, Geraldine, is nothing more than a solid confirmation of this hear-say.
The eruption of sound sculpts the curious tale of a social worker and their unstable patient. The lyrical perfection hides a dark story behind the wayfairers of front man James Allan, who almost seems emotionless and content in the shadows of an untold and illegitimate love.
Top to toe in black they seem featureless and sombre but a passion does lurk, and it is slowly beginning to emerge from the pockets of their t-bird reject jackets and from the soles of their neatly polished shoes. "I will be the angel on your shoulders, My name is Geraldine i'm your social worker" crafts a relationship of trust amongst the harmonic melodies to backing vocals from John's brother. A melodic ballad from the Scottish working class who have clearly been working very fucking hard.
