Envelopes
Life On The Beach

With their membership disjointed by geography – Sweden to France isn’t exactly a two-euro metro ride – it’s little surprise that Envelopes sound so borderless, a band without a root in one specific scene. Their jangling arrangements are impossible to place, yet parallels can be drawn: be fair, take your pick of melody-rich indie kids with sparkling eyes. Chances are they’ll stick.

So, nothing particularly fascinating nor revelatory then, a wickedly evil cackle or two aside. But come back a moment: a new album’s on the horizon, full of promise, so while ‘Life On The Beach’ might slyly swagger through its three-minute length with nary a care for breaking creative boxes, one suspects wayward blindsiders await. Certainly LP before this Demon was awash with tics and twists uncannily unlike modern pretenders to the indie-pop throne. This is a band whose adoration for the past – Pavement and their peers – does not produce imitation as flattery performances.

Potential remains on Envelopes’ side, and it’s with mildly baited breath that those bubbling with anticipation await Here Comes The Wind.