

What? Punchy, ridiculously instant quartet yo-yoing between vintage organ dementia and space-age shoegaze. Occasionally incoherent.
Why? With Gruff Rhys' Super Furry Animals bordering on extinction, their breed of barking harmony requires recreation.
Joining the dots between: Super Furry Animals, Golden Silvers, John Cale, Blur.

What? Surf sounds from the rocky outlooks of Snowdonia. Almost quite literally otherworldly.
Why? Translated as The Mist, not so much murky as Ennio Morricone surfing into the Gower necking absinthe, landing headfirst in immaculate sandcastles replicating Mount Snowdon. And that could never possibly be scribed into bad books...
Joining the dots between: Hemstad, Ennio Morricone, Murder By Death, Martin Denny.

What? Brash, brutal Cardiff duo about as well connected in the capital as Kruger.
Why? Experimenting on finding the threshold for "how heavy is too heavy", Right Hand Left Hand thrust about viscerally, belting out faded melodies enveloped in gunky grunge, before wiping themselves down and blurting out trembling tremolo guitar solos.
Joining the dots between: And So I Watch You From Afar, Liars, Errors, sanity evaporating.

What? Sumptuously tender melancholy that'd have Los Campesinos! wailing like Noel Edmonds following another one penny round, delivered in a wilting Cocker-esque drawl.
Why? If you've never had your heart broken, Yr Ods commit it to vinyl so succinctly you'll have a vague idea of what to expect when it comes around.
Joining the dots between: Human League, Camera Obscura, love melting, The United States of America.
Cymru am byth!