By Kenny Hodgart
Unrepentant party animals or serious musicians on the rise?
I'VE JUST stepped off the train into Dundee's lunchtime smirr, and the first guy I've asked for directions to the Doghouse, the bar where I'm due to meet The View, the city's most successful recording artists since the Average White Band, is telling me a story about someone he
knows who had to stop on the M90 and phone for an ambulance after the stitches from a recent vasectomy burst open.
I thank him for his
help and head on, reflecting that his
bizarre, scabrous tale would not be out of place in one of The View's songs.