BioLet's try and remember 1995, when Stuart Braithwaite (guitar) and Dominic Aitchison (bass) recruited John Cummings (guitar) and Martin Bulloch (drums) into the band which would soon become Mogwai. Great slabs of instrumental rock were hardly common currency. 'Post-rock' was a technical term used by only a few theorists. Slint were yet to become the kneejerk reference point for any band striving to bend hardcore into solemn, mathematical new shapes, chiefly because there weren't many bands, visibly at least, striving to do that. Radiohead was an indie band with a U2 fetish. (What's The Story) Morning Glory was inescapable, or at least seemed to be.
Realistically, four Glaswegian teenagers playing glowering, volatile instrumental rock, with a slowly unravelling dynamic diametrically opposed to the mainstream, weren't the most obvious next sensation. But watching them support the likes of marvellous and obscure hardcore bands like Bob Tilton, there was always a sensation that here, at last, was a band who could channel and focus the discontent and ambition simmering in all the musicians who felt disenfranchised by the Britpop hegemony, who could present this truculent underground music on a grand scale without compromising any of its radical intensity. This, of course, is just what Mogwai did.