Like the scuffed-collar offspring of The Fall and Joy Division
The Pheromoans might not score top marks for originality, but sometimes stealing from the best is enough. Coming on like the scuffed-collar offspring of The Fall and Joy Division, these Londoners explore their car-boot instruments with such abandon and hell-for-second-hand-leather vitality that they could soundtrack everything from council estates to coffee-table chats. Check the tsunami of consciousness that is ‘Power Watch’: “I want a puppy, a loft extension and a threesome, and silver shoes and preferably a Mercedes/Because I am entitled, it was decreed”. Frequently stunning.