You can't hide your love -- of Orange Juice -- forever

I love the Pastels and Belle and Sebastian, but both those bands and many more are unthinkable without the majestic Orange Juice blazing the Scottish indie trail.
I have no idea what it is about Scotland that produces so many talented bands. Nothing to do but practice during those rainy, dreary days? Perhaps that's the reason.
All I know is that Scotland seems to have produced an inordinate of wonderful bands.
Surely others will argue my choice, but I believe Orange Juice might be the best.
During the band's early days, they rejuvenated "jangly pop," the type last heard by the Byrds and other folk-informed rock bands of the early and mid-1960s. Now, so many indie bands have adopted the jangly sound that it is difficult to remember that other bands in 1980 were either trying to keep the punk flame burning, reliving their David Bowie dress-up fantasies or pushing against the boundaries of the accepted "rock" sound.
Not Orange Juice.
Edwyn Collins, James Kirk, David McClymont and Steven Daly crafted beloved pop music in a delightfully shambling sort of way.
I listened to "The Esteemed Orange Juice" compilation throughout the day today, smiling the entire time.