There's something joyous in the air at the moment, grand, poetically empowering, and slowly spreading via the coolest corners of the web.
There's the Swedish pop revolution led by Lucky Lucky Pigeons and A Smile and a Ribbon; the emergence of another underbelly of Scottish bands from the lineage of Belle and Sebastian and Camera Obscura (see The Hermit Crabs and California Snow Story); random London strirrings in the form of Let's Wrestle, Decoration and Pete and the Pirates; the new Welsh pop underground led by Little My and Radio Luxembourg; and a sprinkling of new bands from the US, including Texas's Voxtrot, that have gracefully tapped into the Magic of Pop.
Voxtrot's Trouble compresses the kind of rambunctious exuberance of countrymen The Hidden Cameras and the sublime euphoria of The Little Ones into a heady mix of beatific noise. Jangling guitars, infectious rhythms, twisting melodies and Ramesh Srivastava's essence of indie lyrics, it's music cut in the library and played out to dance-floors with the greatest, most gratifying pop sentiments, bravely distinct in a thrillingly complicit new world.
This is mixtape heaven away from the grasp of grubby industry hands, a haven for the poetically-inclined and commercially dumfounded, and an open invitation to strangers on desolate paths.
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