One thing many people will be have brought back from Glastonbury this year, alongside the early signs of dissentry, a T-shirt sun tan and a fake moustache from the gay bar, is a new appreciation for a band they either hadn't come across before of hadn't given a chance before.
I had a few breakthroughs of this kind, a particular highlight being my 'not-at-all-chemically-induced' decision that Two Door Cinema Club's set at the BBC Introducing stage will one day be remembered as a moment of similar musical importance to day Kraftwerk learned to ride bikes.
Someone I missed at Glastonbury, because they didn't play, but did give me that similar rush of euphoria when I discovered them a while back were Manchester's lo-fidelity sonic-conquistadors Young British Artists.
Most of the band lead double lives of be-suited normality by day and visceral, overdriven rockness by night, and perhaps accordingly the songs are all soaked in an acute distaste for the day-to-day.
The members are currently hand-folding all of the covers or their debut EP 'Small Waves' out on Red Deer Club at the end of the month. We're playing some records at the launch at Islington Mill on the 1st of August so you should step over any dead relatives you may have to come down.
