By Camera Obscura
I wobbled over buying this after a little digging around the subject revealed niggling Belle and Sebastian comparisons, but luckily it turns out to be the near-perfect three minutes and fifty one seconds of swooning, Spector-ish pop bliss my ears had initially suspected. The song races along on a gorgeous guitar hook and yearning, windswept chords, almost forgetting to set the scene with a cursory two-line verse before rushing excitably into its inadvisable pay-off: "Hey Lloyd, I'm ready to be heartbroken / 'cos I can't see further than my own nose at this moment". Suddenly we're getting glimpses of the indie/pop/soul nirvana that made Brett Anderson weep into his multi cheerios ten years back when he saw McAlmont and Butler on Top of the Pops. Also, it scores bonus points for having an interesting boy's name in the title (it was a toss up between that and 'Nigel'), kind of like when shit rock bands lose points for using exotic-sounding place names to make them sound enigmatic ('Strasbourg', 'Munich', 'Algeria' - there's nothing mysterious about JJ72, folks). Whatever, this is an excellent single and they're definitely going to be worth a look when they play live in Leeds.