Lacking both the joyous twindie spunk of Los Campesinos! and the surly charm of The Cribs, ‘Oh Girl’ is the sound of indie punk given well-heeled harmonies and a big shiny face…
She’s right, y’know, you really don’t, and if the perky but whiny ‘Get What You Want’ is owt to go by, sprightly Aussies Operator Please are gonna be waiting some time before cracking the British market…
Rialto, Headswim, King Adora, Mornington Crescent, 3 Colours Red, My Vitriol, The Unbelievable Truth, Linoleum, Crackout, Cay, The Bravery, Wheatus, Strangelove, JJ72… I could go on… Joe Lean & The Jing Jang Jong…
A DIY spirit, an unwillingness to compromise: aspects of The Rascals which have sold them to Deltasonic (that and a series of shows supporting some super-popular Sheffield band or other). But not to DiS. Seriously, who out there is buying this makeweight stuff in the first place…
Single of the Week... Having so enjoyed marching round with a proud erection stood between his loins, instead of a sordid one night stand Nick Cave had underlined that his pursuits with Grinderman would inform the next Bad Seeds record.
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Even at a time when we're hardly short of self-possessed witchy women doing their eccentric thing, Lykke Li sounds like the kind of girl for whom even a trip to the corner shop with this girl involves dances with giant painted eggs and cavorting eunuchs…
It's a difficult thing to evaluate the music of, essentially, a museum piece artist. Vashti Bunyan's hibernation and subsequent rediscovery has been one of the more compelling in recent alt-folk, err, folklore, but there's always a danger that any newly recorded material will be both indebted to any previous work and inferior to any modern contemporaries…
More sunshine jangling from the nation’s favourite gang of twindie-core students, ‘Death To Los Campesinos!’ is the final standalone single before said band reveal their debut album to the world…
Seriously, Sufjan should sue. This is barefaced of its aping, ‘Hanasakajijii…’, to the point where come its conclusion all I want to do is reach for Illinois and skip the b-side entirely…
This is standard Glasvegas fare – guitars, for the most part, find the right shimmering note and stick to it, while James Allan emotes in the drizzling reverb, sounding like a man trying desperately hard to make himself weep into his hops…
You’ve heard the standard mix, no doubt (vid’s below if not), but what’s turned DiS heads with this re-release is the Grizzly Bear take on ‘My Moon My Man’…
Give her twelve bars and a cheesy blues lick and Alison Goldfrapp’ll most likely kick some arse, but put her in a wood with her nightie on and the sparks will fail to fly. Somebody fetch me the nipple clamps…