Review

When Samuel Howard pushes himself as a producer and instrumentalist most fully, he reaches territory which isn’t just admirably original, but emoti...

A beautifully constructed, wintery heart-stopper of a record.

There’s still an over-riding sense that these tracks are waiting to be heard on stage before they can truly take flight, but there’s still plenty h...

By the end of this album’s 30 boisterous minutes you’ll feel absolutely exhausted.

“Deport that Littlejohn / Now he wanders Europe like a fat James Bond.” We cannot make this happen, but we can collectively dream, with The Pheromo...

Play might be a bit of a thrown together casserole of tracks, but it’s an enjoyable one that only the coldest hipster would begrudge Field Music.