Albums we’ve loved

Veronica Falls – Veronica Falls
Almost exactly 18 months ago we interviewed a little known band called Veronica Falls in which they talk of their distaste for ‘labels’, ‘scenes’, ‘genres ‘, ‘tweeness’ and pretty much anyone or anything that tried to define or pigeon-hole them. Fair enough. They also talk about their plan for an album…and well, basically a lack of one. Fast forward 18 months and they’re headlining stages at Field Day, touring across Europe and the US and recording their debut album twice, scrapping one and re-recording the finally released version in 3 days. Who knows what that original version sounded like, but however bad they thought the original recording was, nothing can hide the sheer quality and variation in their song writing . From the perfect pop song clout of Stephen, the melodic roundabout of The Fountain, to the shadowy punch of Bad Feeling and the anthemic Come On Over, each track on this album delivers. There’s a layered craft to each and every song, from the harmonised vocals to the interweaving guitars, that makes this a truly brilliant album. Just don’t mention cardigans to them.

Elzhi – Elmatic
Here is an example of a clever concept that evolved into something far greater. A tribute to Nas’ seminal 1994 album Illmatic, Elzhi moves the scene from an oft-romanticised New York to a gritty Detroit, where shots go off at the funniest hours (Detroit State of Mind). El’s stark imagery cleverly references Nas’ phrasing but stripped of any glamorisation of project life, calling the hood a glasshouse the devil throws stones through. However, there is light amidst the shade. Memory Lane cheekily reminisces about being back in junior high ‘with your report card/Trying to make a B out of the letter F,’ and One Love is a touching tribute to ‘El’s girl who cooked me hot meals/Helped me when I got bills.’ Best of all, Will Sessions’ lush arrangements root the tracks in the rhythm and blues of Detroit’s own Funk Brothers, meaning that more than a simple tribute, Elmatic is one of the finest hip hop albums of the decade so far.

Grouplove – Never Trust A Happy Song
The sounds of a summer, toes wriggling in grass, beers bubbles cracking on the tongue, cheap wine at the side of bonfires, a moment of drunken epiphany shared with friends. The equivalent of a sherbet fountain – all fizz, fun and fiasco – but with the reality hit of liquorice that stops it all from being too saccharin and suggests these guys actually mean it. Never Trust A Happy Song They Say – with the euphoria evident in this trip of an album, this is contender for most dishonest album of the year. Love it.
Other long players that have  rocked It’s All Happening’s world this year include:
Summer Camp – Welcome To Condale
Elbow – build a rocket boys!
Feist – Metals
Fleet Foxes – Helplessness Blues
Pharoahe Monch – W.A.R. (We Are Renegades)
Radiohead – The King of Limbs
The Streets – Cyberspace and Reds
Tom Waits – Bad as Me
Big K.R.I.T. – Return of 4Eva
James Blake – James Blake
Bon Iver – Bon Iver
Kate Bush – 50 Words for Snow
Death Cab for Cutie – Codes and Keys
The Weekend – House of Balloons
Wild Beasts – Smother
Pete and the Pirates – One Thousand Pictures
Lanterns on the Lake – Gracious Tide, Take Me Home
Metronomy – The English Rivieria
Deer Tracks – The Archer
Art Brut – Brilliant Tragic

Tracks of the year

Bos Angeles – Beach Slalom
It may be all over in 2 minutes and 35 seconds, but this simple and youthful tale of a break-up stirs memories of teenage love and regret that had us hooked from the first listen. From the simple 2 note intro to the frenetic ending it encapsulates everything we love about discovering new bands. There’s nothing showy or over-thought, the recording sounds live and unpolished, and it seems to achieve everything it sets out to do with minimal fuss. The guitar part nods to Johnny Marr, the bassline’s got Peter Hook all over it and the hushed almost spoken vocals drift solemnly over proceedings, portraying a real sense of introspection and apology to what is ultimately a post-punk salvo of a track. They may never write anything as good as this again (we obviously hope they do), but Beach Slalom is as close to a genuine and honest guitar pop song as we could find in 2011 and we love it.
Bos Angeles – Beach Slalom 
Evans the Death – I’m So Unclean
Favourite lyrics of the year on this thrashy and reflective tale of heartbreak… “When I’m watching the shopping channel, I will think of you; When I’m making a sandwich, I will think of you; When I’m trying to get to sleep, I will think of you”.
I’m So Unclean by Evans the Death
Big Deal – Talk
Has the anguish and torture of being unable to articulate basic words of lust and longing ever been so perfectly articulated? A seething bass line, wiltingly cutting delivery, hollow haze and the killer line dished up with such nonchalance, ‘all I wanna do is talk, but seeing you fucks me up,’
Talk by Big Deal
Slow Club – If We’re Still Alive
A soft drum that taps like a heartbeat in angst, the chiming organ teardrops, forlorn yearning of Rebecca’s vocal, building layers reminiscent of 50s girl groups, the killer electric riff followed by an almost calypso beat, a bridge that curls and kisses its way in, all viewed through the eyes of two hopeless romantics. Perfect.
Slow Club – If We’re Still Alive

The live stage – our favourite gigs

Pulp – Take your pick. Brixton Academy, Reading Festival, Isle of Wight. All three were very special. He writhes , he poses, he grooves, and makes us all feel us all wanna be Common People.
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Pete and the Pirates at Buffalo Bar, 22 Nov – Fist time we’d seen PATP in several years, and we’d forgotten how much we love them. Intimate venue, great tunes.
We Were Promised Jetpacks at XOYO, 12 Oct – What a gig. WWPJ debut album was a job to behold, but their second album released earlier in 2011 is probably my album of the year. They did not disappoint at XOYO (personal highlight being during their biggest hit Quiet Little Voices, when lead singer Adm was hit by a bottle of beer so instead of singing ‘we’re young again’ he creatively changed the words to ‘you’re a c**t’ whilst pointing at the perpetrator. Priceless. With support coming from the wonderful cheeky chaps and chappess that are Let’s Buy Happiness, this was an all-round great gig.

2.54 at Corsica Studios, 9 Nov – The night that it felt like everything came together for 2.54.

Francesca Baker

For anyone struggling with the question, does fate exist, try this one: Girl 1, having been living in New York all her life, bumps into Boy 1 on the lower east side of Manhattan. A few days later, Girl 1 receives an invitation from an art residency in Greece, and the ‘magical and natural thing to do’ was to invite Boy 1. Up the top of a mountain in Crete, Boy 2, a songwriter from London, surfer dudes from Boy 3 and Boy 4 start to jam with the now inseparable pair. But, just like in Grease, the summer ends and disaster strikes, everyone scattering back to London, LA, and New York, and real life. But it’s all about the music, man, and by pooling their funds, everyone moves to LA to live and love the creativity together, culminating in the seven tracks on this debut EP. Substitute Girl 1 and Boys 2-4 for Hannah, Christian, Sean, Andrew and Ryan, (respectively) call this quintent Grouplove, and you have the story of five strangers who became family.

Ultimately though, serendipity sounds shit without a melody.  Which is where Grouplove deliver. ‘Colours’ is a fractured mix of emotions, Christian’s liquorice like vocals neatly connecting the pulsing drum and guitars. The standout track, which on an EP of wows is no light accolade. Heady and hearty looping choruses, rasping matter of fact lyrics and unswervingly brilliant instrumental waves result in the kind of nice electric shock that comes from licking a battery.
Hints of MGMT combined with Vampire Weekend ensure that ‘Naked Kids’ will appear on the fashion radar, but its real reason for getting the spotlight should be the way it powerfully propels along with a knowing raise of the eyebrow, whilst caressing the soul and raising a smile through lyrical references to every day life and the desire for happiness ‘lobsters and black label, raise your glasses, here’s to living out our dreams.’
‘Gold Coast’ is a cruising quest of a song that fluctuates in volume and anger like a teenager’s hormones, but always staying as intense, the  closing ‘ohhhh ohhhh yeah-eh’s sure to be the call to encore that audiences across the UK on this February’s tour will be chanting. A number of disparate elements, Grouplove have achieved that rare feat of feeling that fractured, but just real.
Soft chanting from Hannah on ‘Getaway Car’ reinjects a soft side to what can seem like a bombardment of hard emotions, the gentle grating of the guitar at a tad slower tempo creating a chugging twist of a tune, whereas ‘Don’t Say Oh Well’ wouldn’t sound out of place in a fifties dance hall or a West Coast bar, such as it captured the dizzy cocktail of being, the fun ferocity followed by the sunset comedown of ‘Giddy.’
Direct and impassioned, with no gimmicks, just a lot of talent and an ear for a good tune this is vital and visceral stuff. Now you just need to get over the embarrassment of asking people ‘do you like grouplove?’, ‘shall we see grouplove?’, ‘don’t you just love the sound of grouplove?’