From the sound of this stopgap EP from Denver husband-and-wife duo Tennis, Alaina Moore and Patrick Riley live in a house awash with Ikea, feed exclusively on macrobiotic cucumber smoothies…

Remember where you heard it first, folks. 2012 isn’t about our impending doom and it certainly isn’t about some fuckers running around a track in east London. This year, it’s…

Produced by [a]The Black Keys[/a] beanpole Patrick Carney, [a]Tennis[/a]’ return is a tantalising taste of forthcoming album [b]‘Young And Old’[/b]. Despite being drenched in sublime Motown piano chops, it’s the…

Escapism is, of course, for the weak. But sometimes it’s nice to be pathetic, and if [a]Tennis[/a]’ backstory puts you warily in mind of those people who work half the…