burningpilot are from the latest stable that brought you Subways, Mystery Jets and Ladyfuzz, and though they may all have truckloads of indie cool, there's none quite so cool as these lot.

No names for members, merely a list of channels (eg Ch # 1 - drums, Ch # 4 - keyboards) and an intrinsically mysterious sound, burningpilot's 'It's The Music (they're dancing to)' sounds like a mad spooked bastard band attempting to integrate ska into their post punk whilst being at the same time allergic to those happy happy up guitar scrapes that those terrible yank punk bands use. As threatening as a night out in Coventry in 1979 basically, and then this wending, beautiful Stranglers keyboard sneaks in and we're sold.

Not quite as sold, however, as we are on the manic ski-sunday keyboards from side 2's 'Can't Kid A Kidder', which holds together an equally good song - think Hot Hot Heat pumped full of Melotonin and dumped on a British Rail station in Rhyl.

If this is the sort of thing the kids were dancing to in the eighties, how come everyone seemed so unhappy?

An esssential single purchase.