It must, I'm assuming, be difficult to remain optimistic whilst singing a song called 'There's No Heaven'. Despite the melancholy of the subject matter(s)(if, indeed, melancholy is intended), Alighting have the uncanny ability to form three-minute indie strumalongs that'll have you humming like a refrigerator, particularly if your fridge is a Crimea fan. All the songs on this, their first precious slab, are pleasant to hear but unsettling to listen to, and all the better for it. No pressure or anything, but the skill and heartfelt texture that Alighting operate with suggest that they'll become one of those truly wondrous things - a band that can, perhaps through documenting despair and longing with hooks you could hang Neil Young off, provide real people with a vision of joyous hope.
What's more, your correspondant was on the brink of whistling 'Crashing Cars' for hours. Don't bet against hearing more of them...
6Thomas Blatchford's Score