Beginning with clacking percussion and airy harmonies, ending with a sprawling, psychedelic dreamscape, "Langsom Dans" by Gliss frames an artful study in contrasts.
On my radio show Hindsight, I spin a wide range of indie pop and rock from all sides of the pond. This year offered a lot of great songs from which to choose.
"I don't know what I'm doing up here," giggled Tennis' Alaina Moore behind a shock of Pantene-commercial hair, after an effusive thank you to old friends and opening act Making Movies.
I'm going to be honest. When I first heard "Gila" on a mix CD a friend made for me a few years ago, I assumed the vocals I was hearing belonged to a male.
There's a paradox at the core of School of Seven Bells. How can the songs of Alejandra Deheza and Benjamin Curtis be so majestic, rhythmic and intimate at once?