Music review: February 16

The debut album from Danish artist Soren Lokke Juul, performing as Indians, transports Bon Iver's man-alone electro-folk to a wintry Scandinavian setting that is slowly beginning the thaw.

> Indians. Somewhere Else. 4AD.

His ghostly high-register singing floats over largely beat-free backgrounds of subtle keys and layered electronics, with a shift to the warmer textures of strummed acoustic guitar on I Am Haunted and Cakelayers. It's nothing new, yet Juul's measured approach delivers several moments of beauty that are reward for those who can live without grand, attention-grabbing statements.

Single download: I Am Haunted
For those who like: Bon Iver, Efterklang, Grizzly Bear
4 stars (out of 5)

By Jeff Harford.

> Foals. Holy Fire. Transgressive

Cranking out the type of sass and swagger normally associated with legendary '80s British dance-rock acts, this third full-length album from Oxford lads Foals is a cracker.

Shimmering with sweaty dance-floor grooves one minute, then dishing out brooding mellifluous melodies the next, Holy Fire is the ultimate summer-driving companion.

It is awash with prickly staccato guitars, no better exhibited than in the dirty fuzz of opening track Prelude and its companion Inhaler. Foals is a guitar band in the same way that Queens of the Stone Age is metal. The guitar is but one ingredient in a recipe that is dialled to groove.

Single download: My Number
For those who like: The Checks, Motocade, New Order, Primal Scream
4 stars (out of 5)

By Mark Orton.

> Eels. Wonderful, Glorious. Vagrant.

Over the course of nine studio albums, Mark ''E'' Everett has become something of a master of the heart-on-the-sleeve confessional lyric.

No surprises then in his 10th effort, although its title does hint at a soul rising from the depths of serial melancholia. Certainly there is a slightly brighter feel to Wonderful, Glorious, the prevalence of slinky electric guitar managing to offset Everett's deliberately grainy (sometimes distorted) vocals.

Elsewhere, it's the drums that steal the show; from the tom-tom thud of opener Bombs Away and Stick Together to the snare attack of Peach Blossom, there's plenty of interest, even if the formula is getting a little old.

Single download: Open My Present
For those who like: Black Keys
3 stars (out of 5)

By Shane Gilchrist.

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