Enter London duo, Bad Sounds – naturally, with all the information that does pummel us, we’re skint on any details on these blokes. What we do know is right here: some chewy synth-clavinet bounding alongside a wonderfully bulgy, stair-steppin’ bass line. It’s all very Hot Chip -esque, the kaleidoscope of sound echoing our phantasmagoric digital world.

Then there’s the vocals, the weary falsetto bemoaning our paradoxical current state – there’s so much to do we don’t know what to do, we don’t feel like doing any of it, and we just want to be alone. I know, and I know you know, exactly what these fellas are on about. Courtesy of Bad Sounds, at least we can skronk back down to the cellar, six-pack in hand, destined for our bean bag chair in stye…and if we all want to be alone, hey, might as well all be alone together… ​

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