Savoy Motel

Sallow of skin, lank of hair and dressed in flares and man-made fabrics that would go up if brought within six feet of a naked flame, Nashville’s Savoy Motel looked like they should be listlessly dancing in front of The Bay City Rollers on an old episode of Top Of the Pops. It’s fitting then that their 2016 debut was so in thrall to ’70s glam and power pop. Much like Lawrence’s post-Felt escapades with Denim, the four-piece filtered their fuzz riffs and low-slung boogie through a kitschy, acrylic gauze that’s more Angel Delight than Aladdin Sane. The likes of “Sorry People”’s Iggy Pop-like strut and the sublime T-Rex slink of “Doctor Cook” come accompanied by the sort of rinky-dink proto synths you’d expect to hear soundtracking an episode of kids cartoon Rhubarb And Custard. Played with a straight face rather than a raised eyebrow, the whole thing is a gas.