I Was a Cub Scout - Our Smallest Adventures

Imagine elements of US cult favourites the Postal Service injected into a cheerier contemporary mould. Our Smallest Adventures is certainly destined to get some feet flapping but unlikely to fill many dancefloors. Despite its easygoing manner, it drives in places, but always within the speed limits. The hooks are there, but not quite sharp enough to pierce the skin and the lyrics are strangely reminiscent of some soft-spoken indie kid in an endearingly tasteless woollen sweater and old converse trainers stained with oil paint, nervously avoiding eye contact, trying to work up the courage to ask you if you like Grandaddy. [Chris Cusack]