Diagrams
Antelope (Full Time Hobby Records)
Lifted from their debut EP, this minimalistic yet charmingly whimsical slice of lo-fi alt-folk opens with nought but a lone slappy bass riff and jerky surreal prose, before blossoming out into a cacophony of wondrous twangy noises, and ends up sounding like Badly Drawn Boy, Sufjan Stevens and a parliament of owls caught up in a weird feathery, beardy group hug, happily tumbling down an upwards escalator in slow motion. Lovely.
Givers
UP! UP! UP! (Glassnote Music)
The initial reaction to this Louisiana quintet is one of snorted derision; a mumbled "Oh, Afrobeat mixed with indie again, well ruddy done ..." But then, while you're you're not looking, your brain waddles off like a giddy toddler down a hill, trying to catch the sounds with outstretched and clapping hands. After about two dozen listens we're still not sure whether Givers are going to be worth your attention long term, but they're a potentially joyful distraction short-term, and at least we got through this without mentioning Vampire Weekend. Oh bugger.
Miles Kane
Inhaler (Columbia)
In Miles's head, this is a swaggering juggernaut of nurdling synthcendiary 60s garage-blues revolution, but outside of it, he's not so much "kicking out the jams", as "rinsing out the old rhubarb chutney jars, so they can go in the recycling" ? and speaking of recycling, if you think you've heard this before somewhere, that's because 95% of the track was shamelessly "inspired" by the Bonniwell Music Machine's Mother Nature Father Earth, or you might have heard this when it was first released last year. Either way, there's no reason you need to listen to it again, so let's move along shall we?
Big Talk
Getaways (Epitaph)
So, Ronnie Vannucci or "The Drummer Out Of The Killers" is about to release his long-threatened solo album and hey, where are you going? Come on, this won't take long. Now where were we? Oh yes, it's not good news. It sounds like Tom Petty and Joe Esposito being attacked on a bouncy castle by the Hoosiers, or rather it would if the whole thing weren't drowned out by the pointedly loud, ever present pots-and-pans drum riffs. Ultimately a big cheesy 80s fist-pumping, keyboard-bashing anthem, it doesn't really go anywhere, or say anything. Maybe he should have named this project Small Trousers instead.
The Overtones
The Gambling Man (Rhino)
If you shoved Michael Bubl�, a Bugsy Malone DVD, five Moss Bros shop-dummies and a jug of Vaseline into the matter transportation machine from The Fly, the Overtones are what would come shoop-shooping out the other side, jauntily clicking their fingers and walking in formation like an Olympic Synchronised Bellend squad, before lunging at your poor old mum, and robbing her purse. The latest group on what is being called the "Nu-Wop" scene, after listening to this, might we suggest "Don't-Wop"?
Cheryl Burke Olivia Wilde Paulina Rubio Kirsten Dunst Vanessa Minnillo
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