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My, how they’ve grown. Once Alt-J thought miniscule, making their elaborate future folk on a laptop in university halls, eschewing drums and bass so as not to annoy their fellow…

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Alt-J were born of the internet age; they also encapsulated it. Creeping out of their Leeds University accommodation in 2007 with their un-Googleable symbol name, they sang of maths and…

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Triangles may be their favourite shape, but the four members of Alt-J remain endearingly, almost defiantly, square. At one point during tonight’s gig – which, like every other night on…

Alt-J may have already scooped up some coveted silverware in their short lifespan, but they’re winning no prizes for sartorial splendour. Tonight, London is adorned in the elegant white cloak…

There’s something particularly Anglophilic about Alt-J’s intelli-indie quirkiness, a starry-eyed wub-step as eccentrically English as Syd Barrett nipping down Corsica Studios for a midweek bosh-up before heading home for a…

In which the ultimate Devendra Banhart soundalikes roll on with ‘Tessellate’, the most Devendra Banhart of all Alt-J songs. Doesn’t matter though, ’cos its piano lollop is as pleasingly creepy…

In an age when everything about a new band is splattered across various social media, Alt-J are something of an anomaly. From refusing to show their faces in early photos…

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When Joe Newman’s “[i]Please don’t go/I love you so[/i]” starts, it seems harmless. But with the promise to “[i]hold her down with soggy clothes and breezeblocks[/i]” it becomes as sinister…

Alt-J aren’t really called Alt-J, they’re called ∆, which is apparently what happens when you hold down Alt + J on a Mac computer. Not that I would know or…