A Wee Look Back At The Skids

WITH AN ALBUM Jobson had forty odd minutes to indulge his Rupert Brooke fantasies, but singles saw The Skids stripped down to their basic, fiery elements. Built around the distinctive, and pre-flatulent guitar of boyish knave Stuart Adamson, Jobson could languish in lyrics which would range from punk opera to, yes soap opera. And they were bloody great. Let me explain...