Virtuoso rockabilly. I just can’t get over the fact that these guys are Swedish yet they’re pounding out tunes that would have the locals dancing on tables in Texas. Brilliant.
Singaporean R&B – hip hop. A slick production with pop smarts and more depth than your average unsigned, though not to be taken too seriously and the synth brass must be sacked. Mark Bonafide, McLovin be thy middle name.
An early deadringer for Bettie Serveert’s Ray Ray Rain, this one becomes 40% twee pop (see Holiday), 20% new wave revival (see Pulsars) and 60% religiously earnest undertones, all wrapped up in the wavy pastry of a home recording.
Chuffing along like an upbeat Groove Armada, this was my introduction to “tech house” and I don’t mind it at all. Smooth, sweet, warm and motivating, like a mug of hot chocolate.
Smooth lounge-house-jazz of the kind I haven’t heard since the early 90s. Equally apt for
chilling on a sofa with a martini or moving sedately around the dance floor. Cool in every
Unusual – which shouldn’t be a shock, considering this Berliner cites the likes of Prince, David Bowie, Curtis Mayfield and Peter Gabriel as influences. Fat, funky and freaky, this should hold particular appeal for fans of the aforementioned iconoclasts.
Loose, naive, grrly pop-rock. Reference Shonen Knife, but replace Tokyo with Beijing, whimsy with strut, and eccentric costuming with the Hot Topic catalogue. Three glammy girls plus a bloke who’s unsurprisingly omitted from most of the publicity shots.