If you’ve ever wondered whether an alliance between Madonna and the White Stripes would lead to world domination then California’s Great Northern may just have the answer with ‘Houses’.
The Devil’s UK readers can find out for themselves as the band are heading for a short tour in the UK.
Flashguns, first featured on the Devil’s blog back in February this year (Young Guns Go For It), have a brilliant new track, the grammatically challenged ‘I Don’t Not Love You’, out now. The track, taken from their debut EP ‘Matching Hearts, Similar Parts’ released July 13th 2009, is big, brash and bold.

Every now and again something I’ll run across something that I instantly love. Coming up with new content for here on a daily basis means that I post a lot of stuff that I like, but don’t have that immediate connection with. The ones that do tend to be the bands that end up being part of our Great British Hopes series. Assuming that they are British of course.
The Sailplanes are currently based in Berlin, but luckily for me they formed in London. They make a kind of noisy, messy pop that is difficult to categorise. My first thought was to label them as “Life Without Buildings on ritalin”, but that sounded more insulting than it should. The song structures certainly resemble LWB though, stop/starting and jumping all over the place. Then some of their songs started sounding like “the best thing Nosferatu D2 never recorded”, which is fitting as they seem to have both come from the same scene.
Reading back I can see that I haven’t managed to articulate my excitement for this band at all. They really are the best thing I have encountered in a long time though. Choosing just one song to post was a hard enough battle in itself. Just download Tilted and listen for yourself. Then go to their site and download all the rest.

What is it with the ton of manic bands that seem to be popping up at the moment? Maybe it’s a sign of the times, but there seems to be shouty pop bands coming from every direction the last few months. This is in no way a bad thing, as the UK scene in particular seemed to have a shortage of them. But now they are everywhere.
And What Will Be Left Of Them? arrive in a similarly deranged fashion. The guitars immediately set the tone for what is to follow, pulsating in and out, seemingly never really sure what they should be doing. You wouldn’t think the vocals would still have the ability to take one by surprise after that, but they do. Lead singer Heather snarls through her words with the kind of urgency not usually seen outside of a festival toilet queue.
This is the kind of thing that it’s nearly impossible not to move to. Sure, it might not be the most melodic thing in the world, but it’s certainly fun, for the little time it lasts. Barely two minutes later and it’s over, everything suddenly feeling just a little too quiet.

If you want to get things done today and you haven’t listened to any music yet, let this track from London’s Male Bonding blow the crust from your eyes. Kicking with delirious pop-punk glee, "Pumpkin" is a rush: American Hallowe’en as seen through the eyes of film-watching English suburbanites.

This will be even briefer than usual today as I feel like hell.
The Rumble Strips are one of those bands that I knew existed, yet managed to completely pass over in the past. Then again, I do that with nearly everything. The press release for London tells me their album was produced by Mark Ronson more than once. The only problem is that I don’t know who he is.

Latest podcast from Burning World is as tasty as ever, including tracks from Fuck Dress, Town Bike, The Kabeedies and new single from Tiny Masters of Today.
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