guillemots

Guillemots – Through the Windowpane (2006)

When I’m feeling more than usually sour at the ghastly fare served up on the radio, I sometimes wonder whether it is actually possible these days for a band to write for the sake of writing, for the sheer wonder of creating original melody.  Or whether we are simply doomed to suffer the gyrings and gratings of Lily Allen and her gurning associates for the rest of time. When this mood comes upon me, I invariably reach for this Guillemots album, for here is a wonderful thing – a band who are signed to a major, releasing truly extraordinary, unashamedly romantic music apparently without fear or compromise. The absence of this band from the charts is a shameful blight on the history of pop.