Two kings of the indie dancefloor unite for a warm, timeless take on 20th century pop and rock
As unsexy as political bands generally are, at least they have a point....
Quite why people with vast record collections and a quaint concept of what pop music once was still attempt to make records that sound a bit like a bad Ronettes B-side from 1963 is something of a mystery. It's great that Velocette possess enough self-belief and ability to shimmy like a discount Saint Etienne on 'Get Yourself Together', but does the world truly need reminding of how limp Lush were?
Seemingly on a mission to evoke a time when London was swinging and art-hags Jack were the height of Bohemian counter-culture, Velocette's sepia-stained sweetness is occasionally bearable. There's the 'wild' Hammond stylings of 'Someone's Waiting' and 'Submarine''s dainty psychedelia - anything, please, to detract from Sarah Bleach's consistently flat cooing.
Suddenly the thought of selling Socialist Worker outside the students' union becomes positively life-affirming.
This unruly second album delivers a sucker punch to anyone who had the Kent duo down as a novelty act
Justin Vernon’s third Bon Iver album is a weird and wonderful thing
With their bigger and better second album, London-based indie/dance band Boxed In have earned their breakout moment
Islamic mythology meets the horror of war in this claustrophobic, low-budget spine-tingler