Echobelly: “Close . . . but” (Fauve)

Tight, lively in-your-face love-lorn account of incompatibility from Echobelly, who may wear their Smiths influences firmly on their sleeves but it just so happens that their not inconsiderable hearts are there fully exposed as well. The ghost of Pauline Murray hovers over this as well, to give it an added dimension of brash, class and verve.