These guys are well on their way to being the next big thing. Which is both good and bad, I guess. Good in the sense that it gives their simple yet deceptively-rich sound some exposure, and it’s bad in the sense that it puts an expiry date on their popularity. Like every other band of the moment they’ll see a nice stint in the spotlight before it’s jerked across to the next jangly, upbeat, hipster-friendly ensemble. Make the most of these foggy, melodic tunes while you can.

So I just discovered The Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster, who, apparently, will rock your face square the fuck off without a moment’s hesitation. It’s a relatively old song I’ve chosen to share with you guys, but one that I believe personifies their sound. Music like this feels very British to me. It’s authentically punk-ish, but the vocals (both main and backup) and supplementary guitar riffs sound mischievous. Almost like a band who know they look too pretty to be fully punk, but will piss along the boundaries and run away giggling.

Rise of the Eagle – The Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster

This is a mix of some of the finest reggae and dancehall music Diplo and his mental, imaginary friend Major Lazer have come across in recent times. I’m guessing the excursion to the carribean gave Diplo an intuitive understanding of this shit, because this is a pretty finely tuned convergence of tunes, and if you like this kinda thing then you’re sailing. I can’t claim to be an enthusiastic purveyor of these genres, but even I thought it was a (mad) decent mix.

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