Float Riverer - S/T

The man here has a nice yelp. He's yelping right out of his box, whereas the drumming lass Kate has a cool sassy wonky voice that matches this scratchy, stripped-back lo-fi garage beautifully. There's really nothing hugely new to write about here but the tunes have a thoroughly addictive charm, wonderful harmonies and bags of heart. 'Library Walk' is a bit of an epic for them, knocking on four minutes of tinny buzzsaw guitar, primal tin-pot drums, muffled vocals and some infectious woo-wooing!! They're from Manchester these two and the ever-on-the-ball Everett True has been slobbering all over them. If this were my band I'd split up now in protest. I thought the stupid self-promoting twat lived in Australia? That may be why he compares them to Spacemen 3 because if he's listening through his pan-global ear trumpet they may sound a little distorted. They do not sound at all like Spacemen 3. There's about three seconds of 'Farewell Kiss to Commuter Corpse' where the guitar reaches a feedbacky crescendo a la the Rugby drug nuts. Like everything that man writes, he seems, yet again, to be hearing things that aren't really there. Which is no problem because this rattly, shambling raucous album from this cracking duo has got the Norman seal of approval where the truth is spoken rather than hopelessly wishful hyperbole! Must also mention that they save the best track - the possessed, wired Fall-esque 'Night on the Void' - until the end of the album as Business Lady duly noted! Formerly these people were in such fine trans-Pennine underground bands as Hotpants Romance and I Had an Inkling so there you go!! Limited vinyl only.