
Music for days when you don't leave the house. That's how I'd describe the brooding, claustrophobic shoegaze of London sixpiece Sheen . They marry Warpaint-esque female vocals with a tone so drowsy and sedative that I'm not completely sure I'm awake; I'm not completely sure I want to be. Each tune seems less hurried than the last, and each has sudden 'moments', corners so beautiful that they make the heart pang. The haunted-sounding One Step pads along stealthily, rousing itself only for the odd cackling crest. Hey , enchantingly timid, is a lullaby where plaintive guitar plucks are slowly persuaded to greater noise by encouraging drums. And [...]