Another Form of Relief

The girl who works in the record shop
She says that I’m not avant garde enough
Well so what?
She only works in the record shop
And I don’t give a fuck what she says or she thinks about me

Well it’s good to know that he didn’t let it get to him too much. Could have been embarrassing had he, say, written an entire song around such an incident and then used it to open an album. It’s this kind of irony that Ballboy seems to be based around though. Entire songs form sardonic, self-depreciating rants. Or they could be quite sweet tales of love. Or they could be bitter tirades about the state of the music industry. Truth is, you never know what you’re going to get from one Ballboy song to the next.

It’s partly this that makes them one of the most underrated bands in the country. Place them next to fellow Scots Belle & Sebastian and they could give them a run for their money. Various instrumentation sets the tone. Sometimes you’ll get straight up singing, sometimes you’ll get spoken word. You may be listening to something that’s quietly contemplative, or you may be listening to something that flat out rocks. Certainly none of it is avant garde, but all of it is good.