No Shouts No Calls

With Britpop and baggy both rearing their ugly heads for another stab at the big time, it seems only fair on the ’90s that shoegazing also takes another step into the musical arena. Right on cue, shuffling out of Brighton come girl quartet Electrelane with their fourth album ‘No Shouts No Calls’. There are echoes of Camera Obscura in the spectral vocals and delicate melodies of ‘To The East’, while ‘Tram 21’ would nestle comfortably on an early Lush album. Despite this, their charm lies in the feeling that below the faintly twee, wistful, synthy exterior beats a feisty riot-grrl heart. Arcade Fire obviously approve, inviting them to tag along for their UK tour, so if you don’t like making eye-contact with strangers, then head on down Electrelane.

Rebecca Robinson