This dancefloor heater is certainly making us feel very randy. Not Austin Powers randy, but close...
The foul-mouthed and funny French Londoners get a proper 80s re-rub courtesy of Delorean.
Walk on clouds, swing on swings, float on air, lick lollipops, gaze at shoes, dream in the safety of your diary, and go to bed. Get up and do it all over again.
We can't help to think that behind all this wonderfully terse and angular pop energy hides a smirk and a bristling "piss off" from these British upstarts.
Like a mighty instrumental rollercoaster: the climbs, the drops, the getting pummeled by the wind while clutching your best friend like a boa constrictor.
The Night Marchers: like eating a pair of brass knuckles for breakfast in Mike Ness' diner.
The bare-bones backbeat of bass drum and handclaps swagger and grind like getting a back of the bar lap dance.
James Pants? More like James Brown doing a dirty soul shimmy in the liquor store parking lot.
No Age make sunny, scuzzy California anthems for sunny, scuzzy California kids.
When you're dealing with a 17-piece band you know you're gonna get some bombast. Dark Meat definitely bring the bombast on this thunderous, rollicking Sun-Ra meets The Stooges rave-up.
Leave it to the Scots to get thoughtful (and hopeful) on top of all that beautiful pop jangle.
With their side projects on hold, the pulse of an urgent piano announces Wolf Parade's majestic return to form.
The soundtrack of many, many back-of-the-limo prom kisses this June.
Did you ever dance on a hilltop, with the sun going down, and your head full of bubbles and laughter? We have and seems that the French Kicks have too.
Redheads not warheads/Blondes not bombs/We're talking about brunettes not fighter jets...Might Flight Of The Conchords finally diffuse the Israel/Palestine beef?
Even though they're probably getting really sick of hearing it, we love every hopelessly romantic Robert Smith-ish note Shout Out Louds play.
We don't know when sounding like a combination of Chic, Stevie Nicks, Cyndi Lauper and the Breakfast Club became de rigueur in 2008 but Ladyhawke does it effortlessly.
You don't need to finish building your time machine as this is exactly what you would have heard in 1978 if you made it across Studio 54's velvet rope.
Get Shakes do Afrika Bambaataa and knob twiddlers everywhere proud with this slice of chunky, dub-ified electro.
This one's for the holy rollers, if you get our drift. If you get caught in front of a bassbin when this track peaks you best duck and cover.
