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.

There’s some solid hipster names out on the shelves this week knife-fighting for your recessionary 7″ hard-earned, including White Rabbits‘ excellent “Percussion Gun”, Fyfe Dangerfield (off of The Maccabees) and his entertaining “She Needs Me” and the twitchy goodness of Good Shoes‘ “Under Control”. All worthy choices, we feel – but this week’s headgear gets tipped towards San Francisco’s 60s-tinged garage psychers The Fresh And Onlys, Chicago’s noisy and bombastic Campfires, and the flat-out fucking brilliant Sheffield kids Standard Fare (pictured), who I fell a little bit in love with in the space of about thirty seconds.