Album Review: Django Django

With surely one of the international debuts of the year for tastemakers and indie music fans alike, British four-piece Django Django have crafted an impressive first step in what promises to be an impressive career.

The psychedelic-loving nerds have produced what could be the perfect album for fun in the sun. It fires from the get go, brimming with bravado and bombastic beats that spills everything from glammed up drums to power riffs and infectious-as-hell melodies. The upfront rhythm of opener Hail Bop possesses acidic guitars driven by duelling vocals while Waveforms shows off their penchant for percussion and Firewater could've been something The Rapture produced, had they been heavily influenced by the heady mid-to-late-'60s. You can practically see the pounding Splendour fists as lead single Default falls into one of the greatest guitar riffs this year – the guitar-line sounds like The Shadows, and add whizzing electronics and a repetitive chant and, yep, it's that sure-fire festival anthem. The record keeps on giving with the likes of the delightful Zumm Zumm, the ballad Hand Of Man and WOR, a snazzy piece of work that feels part Kraut, part-surf, while using Public Enemy's sirens for urgency. If the Beach Boys harmonies and title of Life's A Beach didn't provoke the right cruisy, sun-soaked images, then the crashing waves will do the trick.

Django Django is clearly a band made up of four smart guys who clearly the product of their own diverse record collections and their self-titled album is a marvellous listen that'll move your mind as much as it will your feet. Don't think about it too much, dance like a caveman.