Tourists

When Psapp arrived with their Tiger, My Friend album in 2004, they practically laid the foundations for indietronica – though you’d think on first glance that they were wonky foundations to say the least. Eerie, glitchy, twitchy, individualist, fond of toy instruments and other funny noises – but writing songs that cut to both the sweetest and saddest parts of human nature, and lodged in your unconscious and stick with you. Their albums have been sporadic ever since, but continued to be odd and deep, and while this, their fifth, is definitely more grown up and conventional in its production and arrangements, it’s every bit as strange and as recognisably them as their music has ever been.