Now That’s What I Call Scotland
The Daily Reckless presents a collection of Caledonian based tunes to stir your loins, or any other part of your anatomy. Tracks: Wee Country Jocko Euro If Burns Was Alive Today No Smacking, No Fracking,…
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Talking Meades
The first Talking Heads album re-fashioned to have Jonathan Meades talking about Scotland. Tracks: Uh-Oh, Meades Comes to Town Bizarre Feeling Tentative Divisions Happy Off Kilter Daze Where Is It? No Comparison The Book Of…
Absolutely Fucked
Cummings throws everybody and their dog under the bus. The Great Dominic Swindle still available here.
Lanarky
A musical imagining of Alasdair Gray’s ‘Lanark’ featuring samples from Neu Reekie’s ‘A Gray Day Broadcast,’ excerpts from the ‘Gray of the Day’ project by The Alasdair Gray Archives and readings by the man himself….
Kick Out The Bams, Malcolm Tucker
As Glasgow is voted the best city in Britain for the swears and that, here’s Malcolm Tucker letting rip from the LP ‘Imagine There’s No Album’ by The Sensational Alex Salmond Band feat. Armando…
Parasites
All your favourite Daily Reckless royal rants rounded up into one monarchic compilation! Tracks: Irrational Anthem We’re Not A Racist Family This Prince Was Made For Noncing Charlie Is A Dalek I Don’t Know Prince…
When Will I Be Ruth Davidson?
Yes, you’re suitably at one With The Scotsman and The Sun Yes, you are You’ve read Karl Marx And you’ve taught yourself to dance You’re the best by far But you keep asking the…
This Prince Was Made For Noncing
You keep sayin’ they’ve got nothin’ on me Cos the mainstream press have got your back You’ve been a’messin’ where you shouldn’t ‘ve been a’messin’ And now someone else is getting all the flak…
Pearl Clutchers
Pearl clutchers They are outraged and easily triggered Everything’s toxic Pearl clutchers God knows how they have lasted in this life My job is entertaining folks Singing songs and telling jokes And fucking swearing…
Gray Day
In 1982, Janine Jock McLeish’s fantasy Has him conjuring up scenes Some people would call obscene It’s well past midnight As he lies In a semi-conscious state And dreams of Superb, Big Momma And…