One mistake commonly made in the writing of love songs is that they are often covered in metaphor; as if the idea of love can't be understood unless it's smothered in something grandiose and wordy, that the emotion can't be done justice if there is no grand conceit.

Deptford Goth's 'Life After Defo' is of a better kind, it has an inscrutable simplicity to it's lyrical character that grabs you in the bit of the belly that controls your emotions.

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I like to think of King Krule as the Brit school's sort of evil other side, where Adele, Jessie J, Kate Nash, et al, where busy making the kind of cloying sentimental pop music aimed to slowly strangle the charts, King Krule was instead stuck in his bedroom channeling the blue spirit of Lightning Hopkins, the teenage angst of Eddie Cochran and the anti-social aggression of London's contemporaneous bass culture.

Rock Bottom by King Krule

Fruity, Manc teens, Egyptian Hip Hop are back after a little break, and what with them being so young and precocious, it was probably to finish their GCSEs. One likes to imagine they've spent the summer holiday making 'SYH', which works that very of-the-moment dark, minimalist indie, r'n'b, but also sucks in some inspiration from the equally hip-right-now sonics of dance music, with its big, squelchy keyboards.

Only a group so young could so effortlessly magpie their way around this and still make it sound so enticing and effortless.