Not content with performing production duties on what has stealthily become one of my favourite albums of the year (Our Girl's Stranger Today), Bill Ryder-Jones has just released a fine LP of his own. As the title suggests, the songs on Yawn stretch themselves out gradually and sleepily, like a fluffy cat basking in a pool of winter sunshine.
The record is certainly far, far superior to the one offered up by his former bandmates in The Coral earlier in the year, and to Art Brut's comeback LP Wham! Bang! Pow! Let's Rock Out!, which I also reviewed for Buzz this month.
Meanwhile, Red Telephone are the latest Libertino band to catch my ear. 'Victoria Park' is perhaps a bit too in hock to 60s flower-power psych, but it's undoubtedly proficient and promises better things to come.