The back story: Vertical Montanas is the collaborative venture of Youthmovies and Jonquil. This seven-inch was initially meant to be a straightforward Youthmovies release; then, the idea of a split with Jonquil was mooted. As sessions progressed it became apparent that a fully consolidated venture was the right way forward…
The debut major-label single from Glasgow’s Attic Lights is a bah-bah-bah-along number in the vein of The Thrills, only not quite as memorable. Perhaps that quality will come with time, but this is nevertheless summery enough to briefly have us all forgetting it’s still fucking miserable out there…
Without doubt, this is as promising a debut as you'll hear all winter that if anything may raise the bar a little too high for Air Cav's subsequent releases…
Holding hands with all the right boys, rolled out on Erol Alkan’s Phantasy Sound imprint and currently recording presumably more piles of this dancefloor drivel with Paul Epworth, Joe Flory – Primary 1 – knits Calvin Harris-lite in with an anaemic brand of funk schlock…
Neither prolific nor easy to pigeonhole, San Francisco's Vetiver have long been associated with the city's alternative folk scene. This 12" is the only thing they've in the pipeline between now and 2009…
Shuffling awkwardly into view, Laura Marling’s ‘Ghosts’ opens her debut album and timidly tests the waters here, arriving a week before the forthcoming full-length Alas I Cannot Swim…
Noel Gallagher isn't renowned for making regular trips to Siberia so it was perhaps something of a surprise when locally reared four-piece sonicflyer found themselves asked by the man himself to play a show with him in Moscow…
A likeable marriage of The Libs’ ramshackle drive with Futureheads’ wonky pop thrust, Operahouse may be depressingly trad of influence but at least they’re not dragging their knuckles on the way in…
If Bleach meant everything to you as a kid (perhaps it still does?) and you’re yet to check out Nottingham’s Lovvers, please get out of your chair and down to your nearest stockist of fine seven-inch releases immediately, as this will make you feel like an unruly teenager again…
Like someone trickling lukewarm piss into your mouth as you lie in a coma, Bauer are snide bastards, sneaking up with a bout of synth-pop so insipid you’d be forgiven for not noticing it were even there…
Hailing from Florida, The Sugar Oaks compare themselves to Bruce Springsteen by way of the fact that they, like The Boss, bury their songs in hometown references and myths, not to mention an ethical authenticity that they believe sets them apart from many of their contemporaries…
In a similar vein to recent releases by Los Campesinos! and The Chiara L's, Spilt Milk's 'Frank' raises a glass to the halcyon year of 1986…