Chin of Britain – The Weasel is at the Bridge

Get into the groove. The follow-up to Chin Keeler's 2013 debut is a pared-down, trippy brew of bracing beats and spiralling wig-outs. As ever, Keeler plays every note and sings every word. Feel It pulses like prime Hawkwind. Going Down, where the vocals are barely there and the guitars scrape and clang, and the chorus, when it finally arrives, is nearly as sweet as anything Roger McGuinn ever conjured, re-touches early Sonic Youth with a 60s psych sheen.

The blurb undersells it: sure, much of The Weasel is at the Bridge (don't ask) references acts who defiantly model 'less is more' dogma, but the songcraft is too developed by far to laud this genuinely lovely collection for its dynamics alone. By the time Physiology finds its groove, all chiming guitar, switchback groove and farfisa stabs, studio smarts be damned: it's Keeler's way with a tune that defines his bugged-out oeuvre.