itm? talks to De Rosa’s Martin Henry about electronica, depression and Scottish identity
Lanarkshire five-piece Luma have the kind of swelling guitar sound that naturally lends itself to live performance, and you can’t help feeling that ‘Blue Peter Garden’ fails to do them justice.
A sugary, summery slice of laidback pop, ‘Waiting For You’ is how Jack Johnson might sound if he’d grown up in Bristol and North Wales, rather than surfing off the coast of Hawaii.
For a home-produced album, Until The Traffic Stops is a remarkably polished affair.
It must have been blatantly obvious to even the most casual of observers that we were going to love this compilation album. Promising to bring together ‘twelve of Scotland’s best new artists’, it’s clear from the first glance that they’re not talking about Paulo Nutini or Amy Macdonald.
The fact that Elliot Minor have supported both McFly and Gwen Stefani tells you almost all that you need to know about them.
It’s a great idea. Take four up-and-coming bands, sign them all to your label, then put out a four-track EP showcasing the best from each. It’s like the Cadbury’s Heroes of the music world: a bit of everything, and not too much of anything you don’t like.
Perhaps the most obvious single from their underrated second album Our Earthly Pleasures, ‘Girls Who Play Guitars’ is the kind of literate yet gut-rocking song that Maximo Park do better than anyone else on the current indie scene.
Nottingham-based five-piece Swound! have included a glossy photo with their press release, showing the band staring disaffectedly at the camera in matching white hoodies.
Forget any preconceptions you may have about a band called Superkings – these are no Oasis wannabes, no beer swilling, stage-strutting pub rockers.