Los Campesinos! - Avocado, Baby

Los Campesinos!; everyone's favourite not so twee indie-pop-rock band have just released their new track, Avocado, Baby. It features the kind of catchy, dark and intelligent lyricism we've come to expect from the Cardiff formed band;
"Oh it won’t get better, that doesn’t mean it’s gonna get any worse. You’re final draft’a life-long love letter, signed to the man who will be driving your hearse.
As well as an 80's style shout-along that you'd expect to come in a version of LC! Footloose. It's hard to say wether this is going to prove to be a good thing, but it's pretty likely that in a live scenario, people shouting "A heart of stone, rind so tough it’s crazy, that’s why they call me the avocado, baby" is going to be pretty damn fun.
Avocado, Baby is taken from Los Camp's fifth record NO BLUES which is out later this year.



Braden Fletcher

Los Campesinos! - What Death Leaves Behind

Everyone's favourite not-so-twee six-piece indie-pop hyphen-friendly act Los Campesinos! have been making waves with their paint bomb heavy promotional images (and .gifs, they use Tumblr now) for their forthcoming fifth record No Blues. This afternoon they turned those waves into actual momentum by putting the record up for pre-sale (here) and debuting the first new track from it.

What Death Leaves Behind (below) follows on in the trajectory they've been moving in for some time now, with a By Your Hand-esque synth line pulsing throughout (replacing the Glockenspiel of old), intelligent yet morbid lyrics with a feel good sound and a There Are Listed Buildings style instrumentation.

There's a good feeling surrounding this album amongst its fans, one that based on the glimpses of imagery shown signals a step further in the oxymoronic world of blissful morosity. Only time will tell, No Blues is out in October.

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Tracklisting:

For Flotsam
What Death Leaves Behind

A Portrait of the Trequartista as a Young Man
Cemetary Gaits
Glue Me

As Lucerne / The Low
Avocado, Baby
Let it Spill
The Time Before The Last Time
Selling Rope (Swan Dive to Estuary)