Punch & the Apostles

I think it is fair to say that the gypsy folk schtick is getting a little old now.  Not that I don’t love it, just that it has been fucking ages since I saw a band without a fiddle player.  I would rather it was an active choice, rather than just a knee-jerk reflex.
Punch & [...]

The Just Joans - Hey Boy, You’re Oh So Sensitive!

I really only found these guys because Bart at The Gentle Invasion invited them to play one of his gig nights at Henry’s recently.  ‘Who are they, then’, I wondered innocently to myself before wandering off to MySpace, hearing the title track of this album, and dancing a little jig of joy all to myself.
What [...]

Sparrow & the Workshop - Increasingly Promising

I don’t tend to get over-excited about bands until I’ve seen them live, if I can avoid it, so I don’t want to overdo it with these fellows, but the new songs from Sparrow & the Workshop are sounding really rather good.
More importantly* they bring a good dose of variety to the tinny and lovely [...]

The Pictish Trail - Secret Soundz Vol.1

Well well, this is rather good. Johnny Lynch has spent so long slaving away at the Fence Records coalface that it seemed he might keep his own musical endeavours on the backburner forever. Well he’s pulled his finger out and spat something out at last, and the results are bloody excellent.
This record is [...]

The Velcro Quartet

Erm, given the splendidly Mojo-friendly, wonderfully grown up music I have been posting recently you may have been lulled into a false sense of slippers and Gardener’s World. This may (should) somewhat dispel these gathering clouds of maturity because, frankly, this lot have lost their fucking marbles.
Electro-glam? Surreal circus pop? Moody-electro? [...]

King Creosote - They Flock Like Vulcans to See Old Jupiter Eyes on His Home Craters

Albums with preposterously long titles, hmm. Have we learned nothing from Fiona Apple, people? It’s a genuine surprise release, this, with KC’s recent album still warm on the shelves of the nation’s record shops and the squeals of the betrayed folkies still ringing in our ears.
He’s always been a prolific little minstrel, has [...]