NME’s Emily Mackay delivers her verdict on this week’s releases, featuring Givers, Low, and Metronomy
Givers – ‘Up Up Up’
Oh my sainted aunt, is that a xylophone? I thought we’d left those dark days behind. Pack up your hammers in your old kit bag, my people, for we are headed to Lafayette, Louisiana, where horrifically chirpy, African-tinged pop of the Vampire Weekend-meets-Dodos variety apparently still thrives like inane chickweed. This percussion will not stand, man.
Low – ‘Especially Me’
Now, I like mooning around to that sad Christmas song they do after one too many mulled wines, and I have honestly tried to appreciate the sombre charms of this mopetastic crew so beloved of the beardy, but REALLY. Why would you want to punish yourself like this? Let it go. It wasn’t your fault. The road was slippy. No-one blames you. Now, let’s go and put a fucking donk on something, anything, PLEASE.
Dutch Uncles – ‘X-O’
New romantic Foals. Oh, I need to fill more space? Alright, let’s play a game: get a pair of small scissors, cut out the following words and lay them out on the table in front of you in any order you like to create your own Dutch Uncles review: math/jagged/time signature/David Byrne/glimmering/Manchester/quirky/plaintive/bass. I am to publishing as the Kaiser Chiefs are to the record industry.
Steve Mason – ‘Lost And Found’
Without actually checking, I would estimate that this has been released as a single about 84 times, but you know what, the sun rises every damn day and I still find its shiny face pleasing. This song may not be a burning sphere of plasma and nuclear fusion that allows the continued existence of all life on Earth, but it does have seriously slinky piano and a vocal as gorgeous as a favourite ratty old cardigan.
Gazelle Twin – ‘Men Like Gods’
WHUMP! Oh dear; there I was scouring the internet for facts about the (oh my god, yawn, just tell us who you are, as if anyone cares) ‘mysterious’ Elizabeth Walling and I seem to have fallen through a wormhole caused by the crushing weight of SALEM’s own self-importance that’s tipped me into 4AD circa 1984, where Liz Fraser is dansing macabre round This Mortal Coil. Can someone help me up?
Metronomy – ‘The Bay’
The way Joe Mount purrs “Burrrrlin” on the chorus is so unbelievably sexy that it unfortunately distracts me from being able to think or say anything else about this twinkle-toed and neurotic robo-pop bobby dazzler, and I shall be forced to go and give myself a stern talking to on NME Towers’ naughty step.
This article originally appeared in the July 2nd issue of NME