Walking into a busy McChuills from a crisply cold Friday evening in October, I was immediately plunged into darkness as my glasses steamed up, so apologies to anyone I blanked on the way in… Alan. The bar was packed with a mixture of Friday night revellers and Psychedelic Furs fans stopping by for a few liveners before heading to Barrowland, a place where I could very well have been heading if I wasn’t staying put in one of Glasgow’s best bar-come-venues for a triple bill of three up and coming young Scottish bands.

First on the bill was Sick Pay, purveyors of indie anthems which pick up the baton from the Pixies school of loud quiet loud, blending poignant quiet moments with raucous frenzied guitar noise.… Read the rest



