Teenage Fanclub Grand Prix (DGC) Shortly before the release of Nirvana's epoch-making Nevermind, sunny Glaswegian rockers Teenage Fanclub, empowered by their critically acclaimed second album, Bandwagonesque, looked poised for global domination. Certainly in terms of pure genius rock'n'roll songwriting, Starsign, the album's premier cut, was at least the equal of Nirvana's seminal Smells Like Teen Spirit. Indeed, it's not a stretch to envisage a reverse picture 13 years ago: the former becoming the anthem of pre-millennial angst and the latter disappearing into CD history compilia. In the event, the sonic pioneers from Aberdeen, Washington State, wiped the Scottish also-rans off the map. Bandwagonesque was no fluke, but only with their fourth album, 1995's Grand Prix did TFC - as strong on retro-tunesmithery as they were weak on image - hit the standard they had set at the start of the 90s. On Grand Prix, the guitar noise is, in all its myriad forms, bewitching: fuzzed-up progressions, chiming arpeggios drenched in analogue chorus, and the acoustic tenderness of butterfly wings grazing Raymond McGinley's 12-string, included. Thirteen compositions whose beauty is self-evident in every spine-tingling chord change, this work has endured. Above all, listening to Grand Prix makes one wonder why Teenage Fanclub never enjoyed the massive global impact of say REM, with whom they share a certain jangliness.