Semifinalists - 'Semifinalists'
The Semifinalists' is a beguiling record full of pleasant surprises to charm the pants off you

The Semifinalists' is a beguiling record full of pleasant surprises to charm the pants off you
A good (and could-be-great) offering from home-grown talent

a modest piece that recalls the more sleeping-pill shaped bands like Bush rather than the hate-fuelled legends
As a standalone call to arms for HOTS' guard of loyal followers, it'll do; as a rallying cry to non-believers, it's probably not good enough.
it would take more than a bit of mescaline to bring it back around

Three minutes of dervish fiddle and rambunctious guitar that burl you around like a whisky-soaked wedding guest.

Repeated failure in transforming its rather bright ideas into listenable tracks.

Fifteen listens in and not a single emotion is evoked in my mind

The album evokes an evening sipping sangria on the veranda whilst not really worrying about much, and as such is nice
Back to his standard white-American country style this tune certainly fails to impress

Perfect, unflabby pop to die for.
So unabashedly off-key they recall Daniel Johnston
Tough, sparky, polished techno tunes with dirty basslines fit to burst off the wax and rip through any club PA

It's microhouse gone sing-along, electrohouse gone icy, pop music gone lunar. Forget that àit's haunted house.2ND VERSION ALEX I HAD TO FIX TITLE
Wicked mix of old skool hip-hop infused with soul, reggae, jazz and dirty funk

will still only appeal to fans of the original recordings
I can't say their sound is original but if, like me, you're a sucker for some pedal steel and a four-part harmony you should check these guys out.

McLusky are dead; long live McLusky.

The debut album 'We are Night Sky' exudes a macabre character as this girl/guy two-piece flit between gothic, garage tear-ups and melancholic hymns.

an extended gang of jazz-heads, traditionalists and big-eyed kids who simply love drone