Jetsons : Fresh
Far too much excitement for most of us, really.
One-thousand copies only, on green vinyl inevitably. Much like the poor, scratchy indie-pop is always with us, and all of those with a predilection for Miffy the rabbit, '80s cartoons and screechy girl singers could do a lot worse than investigate The Jetsons
. They're from King's Heath in Birmingham, and with this petulant, purring rattle of a debut single they're placing themselves firmly between Bis
and (shudder) Daisy Chainsaw
in the pop pantheon. The tune shifts unnervingly from plodding Phil Spector
ballad through squawky guitar peaks to the casual abandon of a chorus which wouldn't have been out of place on a Sleeper
record, if any of them had been any good. Far too much excitement for most of us, really.