Sibling songwriters Jack and Lily Wolter may be six years apart in age, but the duo at the heart of this Brighton four-piece clearly have enough shared experiences to yield some inspired material. Their debut album is a heady wonder of askew dream pop.
Not Talking is like a dizzy collision of Radiohead and Grandaddy, replete with a howling guitar interlude and Lily’s Underwater Record Store is as brilliantly dreamy as the title suggests. There’s a lysergic wooziness to the reflective Three and the shimmering psych influence of Tame Impala hovers over the whole shebang. The insistent Gnarbone, meanwhile, already sounds like a triumphant festival anthem, and not one second of its seven minutes is wasted.
A buzzing sold-out show at Hackney’s Moth Club this spring hints at gathering momentum. Get on board.