First off, here’s the Zutons. You can always check out their un-unnerving, eye-easy myspace for tour dates. Valerie I remember as the soundtrack to getting my passport, so I’m inclined to give them space here:
Next is a bunch of funtime-peddlers, featuring conspicuously stuffed animals during performances. Tiny Dancers are growing out their small-town roots into a musical role that might seem excessively zealous. There’s a touch of post or prog that wraps like a ribbon around a box of catchy guitar gems. The teeny bunch sound stamina-ridden and sprinkle their multitude of influences (around and over the Pond- The Flaming Lips for instance) like soy sauce on Basmati rice. Mmm.
Their album’s out, look for it.
Nellie McKay‘s latest LP has me mesmerized with her song There You Are In Me. It pianos and pleas in pure unsought-out Nellie style. Her sophomore recording has a playground of its own, and her grandfather did time in San Quentin.