When I was a kid, my friend Eric turned me on to the Trashcan Sinatras. They quickly became my band, mostly because of their insane talent and the fact nobody had heard of them. They were just kids when they first toured the United States. If I remember correctly, they couldn’t even drink beer in the pubs they played because they were too young.
Two things struck me about the band. The first was the incredible guitar work. They sounded like ten guys each with an acoustic, each playing a different part. In the day, techno and techno pop were the rage, and along comes this Scottish band mixing soft plucks on the guitar with lyrics that worked more like poems. And that’s the second thing that got me, the lyrics. Whoever wrote them could think, and think well. They painted word pictures that brought you into their homes, their relationships, bus stops on village streets, just about anywhere.
As the band aged, their music got better. It’s still good all these years later.
Here’s one of their newer songs called “Weightlifting“…