Jeremy Neale
In an alternate reality where burgundy turtlenecks have never gone out of fashion, Jeremy Neale homages a record collection in which a consistent left-hand break comes up the Mersey while the surf guitars are played by a well-harmonied girl group. But as the reverb echoes across your ears you find what Neale does is beyond pastiche. Every 'do-do-do' in Do Do Do is in correct pop-proportion to the bubbly scribbles of guitar. And so it goes, through to the Cuban-heeled march of Swing Left, eminently suitable for a nightclub scene in an episode of Thunderbirds.
