This lot are somehow scarier, the sort of half-man-half-pig thing that all bar one of the bassists have going on in with pink adult babygros is the stuff of nightmares
A few years ago a lad I knew stopped a bus outside a house on Kings Road, only it wasn't anything to do with pop music. It was his own house. And he was the bus driver.
This will mean precisely nothing to three young men from Copenhagen, but here is one Half Man Half Biscuit fan delighted to be able to state at last that I've got a 4AD 3D CD.
And if you ever thought the concept of melisma (you know, where you do loads of notes for one syllable) had been debased beyond redemption by said warblers then Rebekka is the woman to save it.