Kelman Press

Kelman 'The heart is a useless ally' (Liner).

What can I say - simply the best thing they've committed to tape - period. Keen observers to these badly written excuses for reviews will need no introduction to Kelman - for fuck's sake we've been telling you for the best part of several years that they are as the French would no doubt say 'le dog's bollocks'. Previously Baptiste in another life, an ensemble cruelly overlooked and much undervalued (shame on you - you feel bad now don't you buying into that 'here one minute gone the next' indie pop shit), Kelman are brothers Marc and Wayne Gooderham of said previous incarnation already proud owners of the superbly heart heavingly genteel 'The Happiest Man Alive' release from a year or so ago, they are set to release their debut full length shortly - news which in our gaff is being readily prepared for by the hanging out of the bunting (as should yours) in anticipation. For now though a little taster of things to come and limited to 500 copies via Cargo (so no excuses now). Forget your Lows, Tindersticks, Galaxie 500's, Lee Hazlewoods - in fact empty your head of all you've heard so far and burn your record collection in the process and start all over again, 'The Heart is a Useless Ally' is a rip roaring healing celebration for all those who've ever locked themselves away preferring to hide from the day light sun and cry into a pillow longing for a love lost, a gloriously smoking babe that inherits the quiet revolution anthem like zeal of prime time James and twists it tightly around an overpowering emotion consuming headiness more becoming of Spiritualized with Velvet Underground inclinations. Soaked in joyously church like keys this hymnally graced slice of softly stirring enigmatic pop warms to the core and as uplifting as a factory load of Prozac could >ever hope to be. Flipside features the equally inspiring 'Untitled' which gently treads amid the footing of deftly arresting unfurling hypnotic amble like chords all heartily flanked by a parade of snow glistened twinkling bells seductively awash with an ornately delivered authentic 60's Hammond - sounds like Christmas but hey it's April who cares. So good it hurts. Joint single of the Missive.