In fact lots of my favourite music these days seems to have that innocent allure, like a new pop underbelly bravely defying industry cred. In an age of Razorlight and Kubicheck! it's a fucking heroic ethos. "I just wanna move I don't care what the song's about," said Rose Pipette in Pull Shapes, but of course it's not quite so literal and nihilistic as that.

Mostyn a Diego parps and shimmers with the poignancy of Peanuts characters frolicking in a park, swirling in beatific melody and coming back at you for more and more. It's a fantastic slice of light in a world of dark lords and gloom, the genuine laughter at the end thrillingly underling the ethos. Eli Haul, a nugget on the practicalities of sun cream, and Diwrnod efo'r Anifeiliaid, about the immorality of zoos, teem with crazy quirks, random creativity, and similar great taste, while the trickling piano ode of Merch sydd yn fy mhoced could easily have come from the hand of Euros Childs, who has production credits.

Going back through Melys, The Super Furries and Gorkys, Wales has always thrown up amazing lo-fi pop bands, and Luxumbourg are another of the fine legacy.

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