What a year 2008 has been for Glasvegas. They started the year by coming fourth in the BBC's Mystic-Meg-goes-pop 'Sound of 2008' poll behind Adele, Duffy and The Ting Tings respectively. They blow up, filled the cover a certain weekly, released their critically acclaimed album in September and now round it off with a Christmas record that singer James Allen has been talking about since his band first gained fame.
If Glasvegas try any harder to emulate Phil Spector, they'll end up in court for murder. This stocking-filler Christmas album, with its punning title and three-hankie melodrama, is an unabashed homage to the erstwhile tycoon of teen. While US indie bands favour wry, tender Christmas songs, Glasvegas come bearing choirs, bells, a blunt-to-a-fault song about homelessness and a solemn Silent Night, all wreathed in snowstorms of reverb.