If Summer Isles had manufactured a band for the closing ceremony of poor ol’ Sergeant Howie then Lovecraft would definitely be the result. It’s pretty obvious that they take pagan psych rock to the extreme before reading their bio where they specifically state their Wicker Man alliance.They are excessively weird and wonderful, which for a band hailing from the murky depths of the North West is quite a statement. Musical eccentricity of this valour usually isn’t normal for a town that boasts scouse-brows and Wayne Rooney.

Whistle And I’ll Come To You, My Lad was released just over a year ago and I honestly hope there’s some other material to follow and fast. It’s refreshing to hear Wurlitzer solos that would have even the King of the Introverts dancing around his maypole.

Vinegar Tom sounds like something straight out of a warped carnival- probably what venturing to the fair would sound like on LSD. Female vocals from Melanie Little are haunting, if not unsettling. If you were to define the uncanny through music then Lovecraft are your best bet. All in all Vinegar Tom is a very entertaining song with choral lyrics that shout “midget gems” for quite a number of seconds. Now, midget gems aren’t my favourite but I believe that if a band mentions any source of confectionary in a song then they must be pretty good. As long as they’re not telling you to ‘lick it like a lollipop’.

Royal Jelly is a track that deserves some mad strutting from one side of the dancefloor to the other. If FHM had a poll for the ‘100 Sexiest Guitar Riffs’ instead of for the ‘100 Most Gorge Airbrushed Breasts’ then Royal Jelly‘s riff would definitely be in its Top 5. It’s got nice metaphors too- “you’re my alphabet” being one that made me go all fuzzy inside until it was shocked into trumpet hysteria.

If this is what “cosmic dadaist pop” sounds like them I’m all for a new art movement. I might even paint a picture or two.