Daniel_Indeed has written the following articles:
Aidan John Moffat is here to cheer us all up with his songs and poems about fanny, cock, affairs and vodka. You'd assume that it would be a dour, difficult and affecting experience, but it's remarkably breezy»
It's hard to say exactly what makes a 12-track album perfect and a 14-track album slightly wearying, but it's in abundance here, as Aidan Smith's Allotments would have made an excellent EP»
Confusion reigns on Unhistories, and Singer know it. Why else would a band align such swooning blues-psych with desert dry illogicality? Not that being logical makes a band, but it's all so carefully thought out»
Distance is the sort of watery pysch-folk that would accompany a welcome submersion: not the sound of a caveman trying to work an iPod, but carefully woven textures and lovely ostinato»
In Something I Might Regret, The Alps have recorded something they might regret (sorry), a digestible but ultimately flimsy collection of breezy 16th drum-led indie spike-songs about how wistful you can be when you break up with someone»
Whip is Jason Merritt, a man with an impeccable sense of placement and timely use of the right sound. A true craftsman, his EP R. Mutt's Blues is a masterclass in temporal restraint»
On the cusp, finally, of releasing their debut EP, Dananananaykroyd meet us in a grimy east London boozer, armed with burning equipment, an 'indie-rock classic' and more in-jokes than the DiS message boards»
Really, Monade are above the prosaic business of reviewing; the most multifunctional pop band you're likely to see, equal parts dreamy, calculated and natural.»
There's a great deal of potential for Frightened Rabbit to balloon in popularity on the strength of their new material, and this is precisely the kind of hit that could straddle the divide between murky clubs and appearances on Jools Holland»
What we need Thomas Denver Jonsson to do is to challenge us. Take it as read that your audience isn't always made up of bearded introverts and take us on a trip of pop exploration. You'll thank us and we'll thank you»
Caz Mechanic will be familiar to many as Caroline Banks of Seafood. Her debut solo album is executed with grace, and it's an admirable if unchallenging foundation for the future»
Chances are Robyn Hitchcock won't mind about any reactions to his record seeing as he'll be swanning around with The Venus 3 and John Paul Jones, which sadly renders Shadow Cat as a snapshot of a hobby»
Kathryn Williams and Neill MacColl team up to create an album that's a constant pleasure and a light emotional challenge if you're in a more accepting frame of mind. It certainly shits on Plant & Krauss»
Comparable to the avian fixation of Cornelius on his Point LP, Kelpe's thematic obsession on Ex-Aquarium is a worthy one, and one that doesn't ever wear thin across the hour's duration»
Like A Fox can safely count themselves as being influenced by quite a hallowed bunch, with clear links to the folkier strains of Grandaddy and the more strident moments of modern-day Flaming Lips records»
After her re-discovery, Vashti Bunyan has enjoyed the kind of reverie and faith reserved for someone with more than two albums in 40-odd years under her belt. DiS questions her about where she fits in the modern independent landscape»
It's a difficult thing to evaluate the music of, essentially, a museum piece artist. Vashti Bunyan's hibernation and subsequent rediscovery has been one of the more compelling in recent alt-folk, err, folklore, but there's always a danger that any newly recorded material will be both indebted to any previous work and inferior to any modern contemporaries»
Hey you! You like Pop Music, don't you? Do you like it when it's slap-you-in-the-face abrupt, or do you like when it taps you on the shoulder and whispers? If you like the latter (and it's hard not to when it's that polite), you should really spend some time on East London's Left With Pictures»
For their first record, Our Brother The Native sent each other recordings over the internet and built upon them very systematically. This time, with Make Amends For We Are Merely Vessels, they played and wrote in the same room. Makes sense, really»
Seriously, though, this has to be some sort of DiS joke. Why am I always the one given CDs to review that will undoubtedly encourage insanely loyal fans to sign up for one reply and slag ME off when their idol is the one who really needs a talking to? Ah well, it's not the first and it won't be the last…»
Dananananaykroyd were due to release this debut mini-album in early March. This has been scuppered by a lack of money. Seeing as this only happened a few days ago, it seems a little premature to be begging the band to hear Sissy Hits and writing a glowing review because you're scared that no labels will go after it and give it the release it deserves. But here we are»
Luke Leighfield, it's really hard to like you. You are the sort of artist whose fans are likely to be dismissive and unbearably militant and defensive when they're told that you're actually not all that good»
Oh No Ono possess pop know-how aplenty, quirks of songwriting and enjoyable harmonies, yes. Yes. But there's also the most vapid excuse for a band behind it all. Listen to Devo or Polysics instead»
Plum presents us with a very dense sadness, a reliance on tested means and the sound of a world being created. The Yarrows survive as long as they continue to be disappointed and fall out with people»
Neil Burrell's musical life-raft sank with the death of the 1970s, but the intricacy and cleverness of his shocking explosions of wit and freeform acoustic progression cannot be ignored»
Single of the Week... Malcolm Middleton may be nobly raising everyone's hopes for a kitchen sink Christmas no.1, but fellow Scots Frightened Rabbit's festive opus will be the real winner for those who hear it.
Read more reviews of this week's singles here»
Not known for his happy-happy joy-joy songs, released through both his The Good Life and Cursive projects, Tim Kasher's nevertheless all smiles with DiS as he recalls playing second fiddle to Mastodon and explains how the best pop is always f**ked up»
There's a slightly uneasy atmosphere on Babel's debut mini-album that, though its hindrance is limited, is a little damaging»
Temporary Residence is associated with instinctive instrumental music, but rarely will it release something as ill-governed by tonality and linearity as Complex Full Of Phantoms»
Those people familiar with club night and label How Does It Feel To Be Loved? will know what to expect from Saturday Looks Good To Me. But the music is still curiously brilliant»
