Zinging guitars and an afro-math-pop beat.
Lee White
That there's a cover of 'Sing For My Supper' says most of what you need to know about 'Death Fires'.
Epic, if straightforward.
It shouldn’t work, but it does.
There's plenty to be assaulted and energised by.
It's an unexpected return that's more utter shock than pleasant surprise.
If you're waiting for some short sharp guitar pop then Pull in Emergency is out there for you.
Poppy enough for the casual listener, but with enough artistic integrity for the more serious fans.
Across two CDs the two ladies behind the label have cherry picked 32 of their 50 releases.
An album that's more demanding of the attention than their debut, but one that at times fails to do enough with it.
A very rural sounding record, reflecting the surroundings that gave it birth.
Another meaty slab of grungy rock goodness from the Leeds three-piece.
Fans of No Age and Oxford Collapse would do well to investigate this.
It practically creates the ideal English summer in your brain.
We'd say that it's not as good as Ellie Goulding, but that might sound a bit mean.
At once danceable in a very primal way, and sonically innovative.
Pop world take heed: forget albums and try your damnedest to be as good as this.
Hot Club de Paris in a nutshell.
A good introduction to a superb band.
Sounding completely lost in time, there's many moments that jolt and enthral.
Quietly complex in it's music and direct and simple in the emotional message.
Cherry picking songs is a bit of an arbitrary task because when you listen to this album you'll find your own.
It'll come as no surprise that none of these songs are student disco fodder.
This isn't some tight snappy math-pop. This is stunning, an epic in just over four minutes.
