Arab Strap's debut album and still a red hot office favourite in Chemikal Towers.
When Arab Strap came to Chem19 to record their debut album, they were so bereft of doubt and so full of ideas, that The Week Never Starts Round Here was always going to be a remarkable piece of work. As it turned out, it painted such a startlingly evocative picture of life in Falkirk and its attendant social travails, that the band were publicly denounced by the town's Lord Provost.
Often being lumped in with the Irvine Welsh/Trainspotting school of hyper-realistic lyrics (see the attached reviews), Arab Strap simply got on with the business of being as honest as possible, accompanying their tales with as diverse a musical backdrop as they could muster. Home recordings would be intercut with the radio friendly (soon to be Guinness endorsed) The First Big Weekend; Kate Moss would be namechecked (along with several girlfriends past and present); The Simpsons featured alongside tales of soiled condoms; nocturnal, improvised songwriting on dictaphones would interrupt various tracks on the album.
We hadn't heard anything like it before and that's why it was so fucking refreshing: as far as debut albums go, they don't come much bolder or braver than this.