A proposition to confound expectations of what an ‘indie’ band should be.
Begone, indie-is-dead doom-mongers! As east London-based, Edinburgh-formed four-piece Django Django prove on this thrilling debut long-play platter, there’s life in the old dogged-by-disdain genre yet. Smart but not showy, clever but never at the expense of a catchy hook, this is ‘indie’ par excellence: guitars that ring through the mix like a clarion call from the inspired to take up arms against the dunderheaded legions of lad-rockers; buzzing synths that swirl around like a cloud of friendly wasps; lyrics delivered in mantras, summoning forth similar sermons to those once purveyed by the mighty Beta Band.
Django Django (part of a proud tradition of repeated-word tunesmiths, following the lineage of Talk Talk and Duran Duran; they’re actually named in honour of one of Django Reinhardt’s tutors who, so the story goes, had a stammer) call Because their label home and, much like another of the stable’s finer signings, Metronomy, their combination of dance moves, deep grooves and itchy guitars is, once the taste is taken to, wholly irresistible. It’s an unusual but potent potion they proffer, at turns funky and scratchy, propulsive with its percussion and, moments later, content to drift on waves of enveloping oscillation.
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