SLINT WERE already a favourite band before
Spiderland
came along; I’d ordered their first LP,
Tweez,
at the local record shop after hearing John Peel play their song Darlene in early 1990. The LP took months to arrive, but my mates and I were soon obsessed with its mischievous, jazz-tinted hardcore and cryptic, private-joke lyrics. There was no information about them anywhere, but the sleeve had a contact address, so we wrote them a letter from Falkirk to tell them we loved them.