Heard earlier that the Edinburgh-based art-collective-with-a-band-attached FOUND have just signed up with Chemikal Underground to

It’s easy for amateur gentleman music writers like me to dismiss bands like Come On Gang! as somehow lightweight, mere flashes in the musical pan, small if shiny parts of the city’s musical tapestry. Some might pooh-pooh the whole caper on that sort of basis, move on, and go hunting for something more worthy. Me, I say they’re like sequins – without them, things are just plain fucking boring

So there was me, right, six months ago, whining like a beaten donkey about having

The very excellent X-Lion Tamer was back onstage last night at Sneaky Pete’s. Normally I’d write something about the night, about his set, about the fact that I’m a huge fan of his robot indie pop, but it was really a social night last night, and by social, I of course mean drinking, so there’s little point in trying. Frankly, I’m amazed I managed to point the camera in the right direction. There’s an album on the way apparently though, so you’ll be able to enjoy his bleepy pop charms from the comfort of your own home soon – in the meantime, here are some photos

I think I’ve got a bit of a band-crush on Standard Fare. It’s getting a bit out of hand, if I’m honest. I think I’m just a sucker for several things, various little trigger points in my head that close the series of synapses that leads to me to completely forget myself. Stuff like boy-girl vocals, clean choppy guitars, start-stop drums, and buckets of vim. That sort of thing. Hence, I guess, the crush. Seriously, they’re fucking brilliant. There’s no point arguing the toss with me, either, it’ll be like you said something about my sister. Just a delight from top to bottom, a bloody great grin put to vinyl, one that has never yet failed to cheer me up when I hear it, and for those unfortunate souls who know me, that’s some fucking achievement given the towering mood I’m normally in. Aces, just aces