They easily pull off the floaty yet gently yearning, pastoral JJ72 thing...
In the polluted, litter-strewn airstream of pop, the much heralded [a]Haven[/a] are perfectly formed dandelion seeds, organically grown and ready to beautify whatever wasteland they settle on. At least that’s what the immensely buoyant, shimmering guitar chimes and wholesome falsetto seem to be proclaiming in the third single from these Cornwall spawned urchins. With the assistance of Johnny ‘Smiths’ Marr as producer they easily pull off the floaty yet gently yearning, pastoral [a]JJ72[/a] thing, but whether that implies a future as fawned-over sensitive poet laureates to the otherwise ‘taut riffage’ obsessed guitar scene, or a similar trajectory to that of, erm, Geneva, is not yet clear. Next month’s ‘Between The Senses’ album will decide whether there’s more to them than a joke about putting the angel into jangle.