Great, just what the world needs. Another bunch of emo bandwagon-fuckers who think that owning a Fugazi record makes them…. Oh hang on, wrong band.

What is this? Bugwig appear to exist on Planet Bugwig. They say they have no idea where they fit in and, well sorry guys but I’m not going to be much help pigeonholing you here either.

The order of the day is: Infectiously whimsical swing pop with some weird vocals. Phew. He sounds like the Wheatus bloke on the last track, ‘Smile’ (the most straightforward pop song of the three here). Eek. This is maybe what Gorky’s Zygotic Mynci would sound like if they listened to, er, swing muzik instead of Kevin Ayres.

A breath of fresh air in the form of a CD thrust into DiS’s hands one evening in Kings Cross. Me likey.