Well, it has taken us 29 records to get here but this is our first proper deviation from the metal (Smashing Pumpkins don’t count they live on the peripheries of our world). If you have even half an eye on modern music you will be familiar with the almost metaphorical rise of Rhian Teasdale and Hester Chambers. That ‘Chaise Longue’ song seemed to become the soundtrack to everything over the last two years. The good news is that is not the best thing on this album by far and what they seem to have crafted is a wonderfully refreshing return to the jiggly jangly indie of the 90’s that I thought had become extinct. It’s playful, quaint, and refreshingly quirky. Just when I thought indie has abandoned its position as the music of Goth, geeks and outcasts it chucks out this fabulous slice of off-kilter absurdity. Let’s dance like the noughties never happened.