languid, durutti-esque, chamber pop from the yorkshire half of the montgolfier brothers. Debut album of crepuscular instrumentals from the ambassador of melody, tapping legrand on theshoulder, winking at reilly, cocking a snook at liberace; virtual chamber music par excellence..."taut strings, dusty harpsichords, perky xylophones and sad keys, dusted with enough post-rock plinks, plonks and percussion to reassure you it's not 1602" - nme again