Glitters Like Gold // The Cribs
After pursuing a short-lived emo phase, The Cribs were the band that came round and gave me a kick up the musical backside when I needed it most. For me, The Cribs are a tarnished, scuzzier version of The Strokes – they’re just as cool, and can pull off a classic leather jacket just as well. I managed to catch a glimpse of their set at last years Tramlines festival, which they were headlining, and from July onwards I listened to ‘Men’s Needs, Women’s Needs, Whatever’ on repeat, alongside ‘In The Belly Of The Brazen Bull’. It sounds lame, but for a long while I became disillusioned with the music I was listening to; no one else I knew was into the same music, and this led to me listening to a lot of pop punk (which, in all honesty, I do still enjoy a hell of a lot), just so I could talk to people about music. But The Cribs are the embodiment of ‘I don’t give a fuck’ and after listening to them for long enough, this ‘fuck off’ attitude rubbed off on me, and I started listening to what I wanted again. ‘Glitters Like Gold’ fast became a favourite of mine; many summer hours were spent dancing around my bedroom in my underwear, hairbrush acting as a guitar, with me wishing I were Ryan Jarman (or rather, wishing I was dating Ryan Jarman); screaming at the top of my lungs “YOU CAN BE WHAT YOU WAAAAAAAAAANT” and “THOUGH I RARELY SEE IT / YOUR OTHER SIDE GLITTERS LIKE GOOOOOOOOLD”.
Words by Emmie Morris
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