Time to give hands a hand

The Scottish music scene is brimming with talent, but onl with the kind of respect an civility you find at King Tut's will it stay here.

‘-.'\."O-'CS Doug Johnstone

There's nothing happenung un the Scottush musuc scene, rught? It's either Travus or Texas, rught? I mean, everyone knows that decent artists come from the bug smoke down south or from across the pond, rught?

Well - as thus ussue of The List proves - wrong. Because elsewhere in these hallowed pages are highlighted some of the best new bands, solo artusts, Dls and generally unventuve mu5uca| oddutues that are currently poppung up all over thus cold, dark country of ours. And thus us talent that has materualused despute a far-from-fertule breeding ground and wuth a conspuracy of curcumstances set agaunst the development of that talent to fulful uts creatuve potentual.

Makung your own musuc usn’t easy. Beung un a band, say, us pretty much one long struggle. You struggle to get equupment, a rehearsal room, some songs together, a gig organised, transport, advertusung, punters and paud. Then you do ut all over agaun,

Whule no one’s suggesting that musuCuans should be handed these things on a plate, there us scope for makung thus arduous process considerably easuer. Let’s set asude for the moment the issue of the Scottush Arts Councul, whuch despute recent lup- servuce, us stull donatung about five quud to contemporary musuc (I’ve done that rant before, anyhoo). There us a deeper problem. In today’s clumate of karaoke kungs and queens - where wunnung Stars In Their Eyes us consudered the hughest achuevement and where you can be on the cover of Heat magazme for not gettung unto a shite manufactured pop band - attemptung to make a luvung through creatung unnovatuve, orugunal work us basucally pussung un the wund.

What you need, if you are such an artist, us a wundbreak so you can puss un peace. Erm, metaphorucally speaking, you understand. And that sumply doesn’t exust un Scotland at the

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Exhubut A for the prosecutuon' Travus. The fact that the band eventually gave up on their hometown and had to move to London to get a record deal speaks volumes for the uncreatuve envuronment up here. A but luke Grolsch l'SChtOp, schtop dus blue movue usn’t ready yet,’ etc), musucal talent takes time to develop, as anyone who saw Travus when they were the truly dreadful Glass Onuon wull testify to.

You can't Just expect wou'Id-conquerung artusts to pop out of the ether fully-formed, ready to start duettung wuth Michael Jackson, these things take tume, and that's where the mUSICaI unfrastructure of Scotland falls on uts arse. Rehearsal rooms are a rup off, studios are often a puss take, management companues are duckheads and luve venues, dear oh dear.

Sometimes (and I know thus from experuence) turnung up at a gug venue (naming no names here) as a local band you are treated as worse than the shit on the shutty shoe of the promoter, the venue owner, hell, probably the cloakroom bloke and the cleaner too.

But it doesn’t have to be thus way. An honourable and noteworthy exceptuon us King Tut's un Glasgow (and a shout here to the Lemon Tree un Aberdeen as well), whuch treats even the lowluest of local undue hopefuls wuth basuc civulity and respect, even knocking together a hot meal ferchrussakes. And that attutude has served Tut's well, Sunce ut was recently voted the best small venue un the UK. What we need are more places luke ut, wullung to take a chance on local talent, acting as a Wundbreak un the tornado of trubute bands, and creatung an envuronment, a vube, where Scottush musuc can fulful its potential.

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The notes

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Arab Strao's Audar‘. Mof‘at :n harsh. 'ef'ectum mode

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me. Anna Nucoie Smuth breaks hearts in court as she pleads her case for gettung every penny of the $47Sm of her dead husband’s estate

'1 know how to make pigs scary.‘

Rudley Scott's unusual technuque of unuectung fear unto the Hannibal auduence ‘The only benefit you get out of taking drugs is that you escape reality. People obviously want to escape reality because reality obviously sucks.‘

The Honeycomb propruetOr \i'Varren Deughan lays ut on the uvxhute) lune

‘I can't get my hair wet.’ Anthea Turner refuses to take the plunge for a charuty SWummlng marathon,

'If it's not our night, we're one of the crappest bands in the world.’

Bono tells ut pretty much luke ut

‘I prefer men who are confident and have a sense of humour.’

Scots TV presenter Kursty Gallacher guves Robbue Wulluams a devastating knock- back.

'Yeah, yeah, granddad.’ Ex-Brookue

star Anna Fruel uses Sumular methods to shake off Jack Nucholson


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