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Edward Lines (M83 – Hurry Up, We’re Dreaming)

The first and second albums of M83 went largely unnoticed, perhaps because their name sounds like a middle-of-nowhere motorway, but since then front man Anthony Gonzales has parted ways with his fellow Frenchman Nicolas Fromageau (trans. Nicholas Cheesewater?) opting to go it alone, and to great success by my reckoning. Eclectic indie-electro; a sort of combination of Sigur Ros, Niki and the Dove, the Naked and Famous etc. Festival fodder. Good for chilling out to, with ice-cold cider.

Stand out tracks: Intro, Midnight City and Wait

Em Bell (Carly Rae Jepsen – Call Me Maybe)

I’m a sucker for melancholy music, but this time around the boppy beats of Carly Rae Jepsen are making me strut like I’m Naomi Campbell. Aggressively and hotly. It’s the corniest video you’ve ever seen, the most ridiculous story line and for some reason I love it. A lot. Because I’m a 12 year old child in my head. That’s why.

And finally, no words for this last one: