Therapy music can be the best or worst on the planet. Cobble together a backing band from members of your rehab support group and mither miserably through your woes and you’ll produce self-important dross worthy of David Gray on methadone. But if you exercise as well as exorcise your demons, if you plunge headfirst into your sea of troubles and drink, dance, roar, wriggle and scream your way to the other side, then you’ll come out with an album of legend: a ‘Funeral’, a ‘Nevermind’, a ‘Holy Bible’. Thankfully for Lewis Gale, ex of Glasgow maths rock combo Fickle Public, he took the latter option. Shaken up by the death of his younger brother and finding a well of emotional songwriting bursting out of him at the start of 2006, he made the thoroughly sensible decision to hook up with his technically-minded mate Gordon, drink beer, listen to Huey Lewis and Kiss, watch Flaming Lips DVDs and work through the sack of shit on his back in the manner of the thriving Canadian emo-art scene of Broken Social Scene and The Arcade Fire.
Age: +14
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