Gaggle – I Hear Flies
Another 20-odd piece band that seem to make very little use of 80% of their lineup (hello Polyphonic Spree et al), Gaggle are otherwise a bit of a Marmite prospect. They’re all ladies, from London, and produce a kind of rhythmic tribal chantalong thing that, listened to favourably, can recall groups like the Slits as filtered through the production of the latest These New Puritans record. Listened to with a less kind ear, the lyrics about lipstick, booze and fags give the whole endeavour a bit of an air of Younger Younger 28s. As yet, I’m sitting on the fence and waiting to hear more before calling this one. What do you make of it?