Some people will tell you there are only two types of people in Glasgow: neds and art students. But listen to that false tale of two cities at your peril, because between the cracks in that hackneyed picture comes the sound of this city's latest purveyors of Scottish pop. The twins that front Wake the President were brought up on the hard-knock streets of Maryhill but earned their stripes knocking around the council libraries, drinking dens and underwear-strewn bedrooms of Glasgow's bohemian West End.
