LITTLE MY : Little My's Seventh

TWEE-POP

little my are quite often described as twee.

there's nothing wrong with this but it's a bit like describing the sun as a yellow circle. or a volcano as a hot triangle.

like, you're right but you missed out a bit. not the bit which says that little my are broken social scene times cardiff plus ears (mathematically true). or that between them they can fix your pets, renew your library books and tell you your aedicula from your adenosine triphosphate (because they can!).

but there's another bit that's been missed out. and not that the singer wears bear suit either (he does though!). and not that the one on the right is that guy from gindrinker (he is though!). or that the one at the back wasn't there before (but he is now!).

it's the bit when you realise that throughout the mess onstage you can hear a melody which someone hasn't done before. and that even though the music is happy, the words mean something a bit different. and that even though the cd is a bit weeny, it's got four songs on which no one on the telly told you you wanted but you did. and that little my sounds like one man having the faith in his friends to teach them to play the songs that he hears in his head and them wondering what type of person's head has a stylophone solo in it (seriously).