The most fancied band in indie-pop chase cult sides for Dean Blunt’s World Music with their significant debut for major league indie label Matador - massive RIYL The Raincoats, Joanne Robertson, Mica Levi, Pavement, Moin, The xx, Gorky’s Zygotic Mynci
Ripe with vintage ‘90s musk, ‘Tracey Denim’ is a watershed moment for the fêted London trio of Nina Cristante, Jezmi Tarik Fehmi and Sam Fenton, whose word-of-mouth reputation precedes them as indie music’s bright new hope. Their 15 new songs supply an instantaneous nicotine and snakebite rush of hooks with a laconic urgency that’s snagged gen’s X to Z, and beyond, with their remarkably tight but scuzzy arrangements of detuned, jangle-pop guitar and drily tinny drums with ‘90s-puckered vocals. Depending on yr age and disposition, it’s either nostalgic manna or pure kryptonite, reprising the tropes of a bygone era that lurks in A&R dreams with an icky accuracy that’s only missing an intro from Steve Lamacq to complete the feeling.
A watershed moment for a band who built their audience the traditional way, via gigs and the grapevine, ‘Tracey Denim’ pays up dividends on the promise of bar italia’s now impossible-to-find early albums with more material than previous episodes, and all perfectly toned with a sort of ennui certain to provide succour from the ‘burbs to your 2KPM bedsit.
Hints of The Raincoats via Flaming Tunes lilt from ‘guard’ and the fuzzy bop of previous single ‘Nurse!’ hits between the eyes of Micachu & The Shapes/Good Sad Happy Bad and Gorky’s Zygotic Mynci. ‘my kiss era’ likewise reminds us of locking lips in the time before camera phones, and ‘Missus Morality’ swoons and jangles like something we’d cop on radio before heading to school in the ‘90s and ‘Clark’ comes off like Moin channelling Stephen Malkmus.
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The most fancied band in indie-pop chase cult sides for Dean Blunt’s World Music with their significant debut for major league indie label Matador - massive RIYL The Raincoats, Joanne Robertson, Mica Levi, Pavement, Moin, The xx, Gorky’s Zygotic Mynci
Ripe with vintage ‘90s musk, ‘Tracey Denim’ is a watershed moment for the fêted London trio of Nina Cristante, Jezmi Tarik Fehmi and Sam Fenton, whose word-of-mouth reputation precedes them as indie music’s bright new hope. Their 15 new songs supply an instantaneous nicotine and snakebite rush of hooks with a laconic urgency that’s snagged gen’s X to Z, and beyond, with their remarkably tight but scuzzy arrangements of detuned, jangle-pop guitar and drily tinny drums with ‘90s-puckered vocals. Depending on yr age and disposition, it’s either nostalgic manna or pure kryptonite, reprising the tropes of a bygone era that lurks in A&R dreams with an icky accuracy that’s only missing an intro from Steve Lamacq to complete the feeling.
A watershed moment for a band who built their audience the traditional way, via gigs and the grapevine, ‘Tracey Denim’ pays up dividends on the promise of bar italia’s now impossible-to-find early albums with more material than previous episodes, and all perfectly toned with a sort of ennui certain to provide succour from the ‘burbs to your 2KPM bedsit.
Hints of The Raincoats via Flaming Tunes lilt from ‘guard’ and the fuzzy bop of previous single ‘Nurse!’ hits between the eyes of Micachu & The Shapes/Good Sad Happy Bad and Gorky’s Zygotic Mynci. ‘my kiss era’ likewise reminds us of locking lips in the time before camera phones, and ‘Missus Morality’ swoons and jangles like something we’d cop on radio before heading to school in the ‘90s and ‘Clark’ comes off like Moin channelling Stephen Malkmus.
The most fancied band in indie-pop chase cult sides for Dean Blunt’s World Music with their significant debut for major league indie label Matador - massive RIYL The Raincoats, Joanne Robertson, Mica Levi, Pavement, Moin, The xx, Gorky’s Zygotic Mynci
Ripe with vintage ‘90s musk, ‘Tracey Denim’ is a watershed moment for the fêted London trio of Nina Cristante, Jezmi Tarik Fehmi and Sam Fenton, whose word-of-mouth reputation precedes them as indie music’s bright new hope. Their 15 new songs supply an instantaneous nicotine and snakebite rush of hooks with a laconic urgency that’s snagged gen’s X to Z, and beyond, with their remarkably tight but scuzzy arrangements of detuned, jangle-pop guitar and drily tinny drums with ‘90s-puckered vocals. Depending on yr age and disposition, it’s either nostalgic manna or pure kryptonite, reprising the tropes of a bygone era that lurks in A&R dreams with an icky accuracy that’s only missing an intro from Steve Lamacq to complete the feeling.
A watershed moment for a band who built their audience the traditional way, via gigs and the grapevine, ‘Tracey Denim’ pays up dividends on the promise of bar italia’s now impossible-to-find early albums with more material than previous episodes, and all perfectly toned with a sort of ennui certain to provide succour from the ‘burbs to your 2KPM bedsit.
Hints of The Raincoats via Flaming Tunes lilt from ‘guard’ and the fuzzy bop of previous single ‘Nurse!’ hits between the eyes of Micachu & The Shapes/Good Sad Happy Bad and Gorky’s Zygotic Mynci. ‘my kiss era’ likewise reminds us of locking lips in the time before camera phones, and ‘Missus Morality’ swoons and jangles like something we’d cop on radio before heading to school in the ‘90s and ‘Clark’ comes off like Moin channelling Stephen Malkmus.
The most fancied band in indie-pop chase cult sides for Dean Blunt’s World Music with their significant debut for major league indie label Matador - massive RIYL The Raincoats, Joanne Robertson, Mica Levi, Pavement, Moin, The xx, Gorky’s Zygotic Mynci
Ripe with vintage ‘90s musk, ‘Tracey Denim’ is a watershed moment for the fêted London trio of Nina Cristante, Jezmi Tarik Fehmi and Sam Fenton, whose word-of-mouth reputation precedes them as indie music’s bright new hope. Their 15 new songs supply an instantaneous nicotine and snakebite rush of hooks with a laconic urgency that’s snagged gen’s X to Z, and beyond, with their remarkably tight but scuzzy arrangements of detuned, jangle-pop guitar and drily tinny drums with ‘90s-puckered vocals. Depending on yr age and disposition, it’s either nostalgic manna or pure kryptonite, reprising the tropes of a bygone era that lurks in A&R dreams with an icky accuracy that’s only missing an intro from Steve Lamacq to complete the feeling.
A watershed moment for a band who built their audience the traditional way, via gigs and the grapevine, ‘Tracey Denim’ pays up dividends on the promise of bar italia’s now impossible-to-find early albums with more material than previous episodes, and all perfectly toned with a sort of ennui certain to provide succour from the ‘burbs to your 2KPM bedsit.
Hints of The Raincoats via Flaming Tunes lilt from ‘guard’ and the fuzzy bop of previous single ‘Nurse!’ hits between the eyes of Micachu & The Shapes/Good Sad Happy Bad and Gorky’s Zygotic Mynci. ‘my kiss era’ likewise reminds us of locking lips in the time before camera phones, and ‘Missus Morality’ swoons and jangles like something we’d cop on radio before heading to school in the ‘90s and ‘Clark’ comes off like Moin channelling Stephen Malkmus.
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The most fancied band in indie-pop chase cult sides for Dean Blunt’s World Music with their significant debut for major league indie label Matador - massive RIYL The Raincoats, Joanne Robertson, Mica Levi, Pavement, Moin, The xx, Gorky’s Zygotic Mynci
Ripe with vintage ‘90s musk, ‘Tracey Denim’ is a watershed moment for the fêted London trio of Nina Cristante, Jezmi Tarik Fehmi and Sam Fenton, whose word-of-mouth reputation precedes them as indie music’s bright new hope. Their 15 new songs supply an instantaneous nicotine and snakebite rush of hooks with a laconic urgency that’s snagged gen’s X to Z, and beyond, with their remarkably tight but scuzzy arrangements of detuned, jangle-pop guitar and drily tinny drums with ‘90s-puckered vocals. Depending on yr age and disposition, it’s either nostalgic manna or pure kryptonite, reprising the tropes of a bygone era that lurks in A&R dreams with an icky accuracy that’s only missing an intro from Steve Lamacq to complete the feeling.
A watershed moment for a band who built their audience the traditional way, via gigs and the grapevine, ‘Tracey Denim’ pays up dividends on the promise of bar italia’s now impossible-to-find early albums with more material than previous episodes, and all perfectly toned with a sort of ennui certain to provide succour from the ‘burbs to your 2KPM bedsit.
Hints of The Raincoats via Flaming Tunes lilt from ‘guard’ and the fuzzy bop of previous single ‘Nurse!’ hits between the eyes of Micachu & The Shapes/Good Sad Happy Bad and Gorky’s Zygotic Mynci. ‘my kiss era’ likewise reminds us of locking lips in the time before camera phones, and ‘Missus Morality’ swoons and jangles like something we’d cop on radio before heading to school in the ‘90s and ‘Clark’ comes off like Moin channelling Stephen Malkmus.
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The most fancied band in indie-pop chase cult sides for Dean Blunt’s World Music with their significant debut for major league indie label Matador - massive RIYL The Raincoats, Joanne Robertson, Mica Levi, Pavement, Moin, The xx, Gorky’s Zygotic Mynci
Ripe with vintage ‘90s musk, ‘Tracey Denim’ is a watershed moment for the fêted London trio of Nina Cristante, Jezmi Tarik Fehmi and Sam Fenton, whose word-of-mouth reputation precedes them as indie music’s bright new hope. Their 15 new songs supply an instantaneous nicotine and snakebite rush of hooks with a laconic urgency that’s snagged gen’s X to Z, and beyond, with their remarkably tight but scuzzy arrangements of detuned, jangle-pop guitar and drily tinny drums with ‘90s-puckered vocals. Depending on yr age and disposition, it’s either nostalgic manna or pure kryptonite, reprising the tropes of a bygone era that lurks in A&R dreams with an icky accuracy that’s only missing an intro from Steve Lamacq to complete the feeling.
A watershed moment for a band who built their audience the traditional way, via gigs and the grapevine, ‘Tracey Denim’ pays up dividends on the promise of bar italia’s now impossible-to-find early albums with more material than previous episodes, and all perfectly toned with a sort of ennui certain to provide succour from the ‘burbs to your 2KPM bedsit.
Hints of The Raincoats via Flaming Tunes lilt from ‘guard’ and the fuzzy bop of previous single ‘Nurse!’ hits between the eyes of Micachu & The Shapes/Good Sad Happy Bad and Gorky’s Zygotic Mynci. ‘my kiss era’ likewise reminds us of locking lips in the time before camera phones, and ‘Missus Morality’ swoons and jangles like something we’d cop on radio before heading to school in the ‘90s and ‘Clark’ comes off like Moin channelling Stephen Malkmus.