Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World Official Teaser Poster...

Like Kick-Ass, this movie seems to have one hell of a bandwagon behind it. Unlike Kick-Ass, I have no reservations about the source material. Bryan Lee O'Malley's Scott Pilgrim series (of which the sixth and concluding volume is due for release at some point this year) is some of the strongest work in the comicbook medium any creator has offered in the twenty-first century, and its heady combination of action, sarcasm and music should readily translate to the big screen. Mind you, I'd be lying if I said I didn't have doubts about Michael Cera in the lead role; in my eyes, his stock has plummeted since his Arrested Development days, due largely to his inability to display any signs of versatility as an actor. The usual Cera performance would not do justice to the character of Scott Pilgrim; here's hoping this is the film in which he shows he has a much broader range than anyone imagined. Edgar Wright's presence as director can only be viewed as a positive; his sensibilities should suit the material perfectly. I'm looking forward to the surely imminent release of the first trailer.

Jason Segel to star in new Muppets movie

Jason Segel is awesome. Whilst I've never gotten around to watching the two much-loved American television comedy-drama series which helped to launch his career (Freaks and Geeks and Undeclared, both of which remain stubbornly unavailable on Region 2 DVD), his work in superlative American sitcom How I Met Your Mother (which will never get the credit it deserves on these shores, despite being funnier than at least 90% of Friends) always makes me laugh, and in Forgetting Sarah Marshall he ably proved that he can excel as the leading man. Said film also featured a charming sub-plot that could be seen as a homage to Jim Henson. So news that Segel will star in an all-new Muppets movie can only be considered a good thing. However, since it'll be a long time coming, here's a video of Jason Segel hilariously making fun of his own burgeoning fame whilst performing with The Swell Season (otherwise known as 'those two who starred in Once') to entertain yourself with:

Viva! Film Festival: Daniel and Ana

The Viva! Spanish & Latin American Film Festival has been one of the highlights of any calendar year at the Cornerhouse for sixteen years now, providing the city of Manchester with a unique opportunity to see a diverse range of films. Being the only festival of its kind in the UK, some of the films screened are unlikely to make it to the cinemas of these shores anywhere else, and with the subtle shift towards populism the Cornerhouse seems to be in the middle of (its disappointing decision to screen only the English dubbed version of Ponyo chief amongst its failings this year) its arrival is even more of a breath of fresh air than usual.

Daniel and Ana tells the story of the titular characters, siblings Ana and Daniel Torres. As the audience joins them, they're both at critical stages of their progression toward adulthood, with the elder of the two, Ana, soon to be married, and Daniel ready to leave his adolescence behind (one of the scenes intended to signify this, with Daniel practising potential signatures, is particularly cute). They get on well with one another, they get on well with their parents, and their respective futures seem certain to be bright. However, their contentment is shattered when they're kidnapped by people with a very specific demand to make of them. Failure to comply means guaranteed death. So they go through with it, and in the aftermath we see that their lives will never be the same again, as both of them struggle to cope with the trauma of their experience.

The film begins and ends by informing us that the events of Daniel and Ana are based on a true story, which means the air of discomfort the film provokes is heightened every time you remember that it is grounded in reality. People being forced into filming pornography is prevalent in Mexico, the footage being sold to international markets, with the crime often going unreported. The scene in question is one of the most shocking I've ever witnessed; it initially threatens to overwhelm the narrative, rendering everything that follows moot. It is to the credit of everyone involved that it doesn't.

Daniel and Ana is the first feature film from writer/director Michel Franco, who should have a promising future ahead of him. The film has echoes of the oeuvre of Michael Haneke, and whilst he's some way from scaling those heights, there's enough evidence here to suggest that he could become a very important filmmaker. That he steers clear of melodrama is something he should be commended for; given the subject matter, it would have been all-too-obvious to see the film descend into hysterics. The psychological level on which the film operates is far more interesting. Franco coaxes impressive performances from Dario Yazbek Bernal (Daniel) and Marimar Vega (Ana), whose subtle work is exactly what is required, and the restraint on display throughout precludes any accusations of shock tactics. It is far from perfect; the unrelentingly bleak tone makes it difficult to sit through, and it almost certainly belongs to this school of cinema; and the occasional appearance of a brass-heavy orchestral piece of music lent certain scenes a tragicomic air that was certainly not intended. In spite of that, it stands up as a challenging piece of cinema, and evidence that Michel Franco is one to keep an eye on.

Kick-Ass trailer

Having watched this for the first time today, I think I can say I'm officially on board. The first few issues of the comicbook didn't grab me quite as much as they might have done (and if this movie opens strongly, my first printing of #1 is definitely going straight on eBay), but right from the off it was obvious how well it would translate to the big screen, and it didn't take long for that promise to become reality. What's more impressive is how much buzz the film has generated. It's already made the cover Empire and Little White Lies, two magazines on entirely different ends of the movie coverage spectrum, which seems like a good sign. I'd forgotten that Nicholas Cage was in the film; after his staggeringly brilliant, endlessly quotable performance in The Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call - New Orleans I've had to reassess my opinion of him and decide I'm up for watching anything he's starring in. I have no problem admitting that Christopher Mintz-Plasse makes me laugh, and Aaron Johnson looks to be well-cast in the titular role. If the latest trailer is anything to go by, the film strikes the balance between action and humour perfectly. It won't be clever, but not everything has to be:

New Iron Man 2 trailer

The first Iron Man film was an absolute triumph. Robert Downey Jr. was seemingly born to play Tony Stark and, equally importantly, Jon Favreau gets the character. What they and everyone else involved produced ranks in the top five 21st century comicbook movies (I'd put it at number three, behind only Batman Begins and Spider-man). My hopes are even higher for the sequel. To have Mickey Rourke and Sam Rockwell - both of whom are coming off arguably the performances of their lives (in The Wrestler and Moon respectively) - is a massive coup, and Don Cheadle represents a significant upgrade over Terrence Howard in the role of Jim Rhodes/War Machine. And this newest trailer offers even more reason to be excited as hell ahead of the April 30th UK release date:

Mark Linkous

It's always difficult to pay tribute following the death of one of your favourite musicians. All I know Mark Linkous for is his music, and to lament his passing seems almost selfish of me. Somewhere right now, his family and friends are going through an emotional turmoil I couldn't even begin to understand. Indeed, at least some of what they're feeling is captured beautifully in a statement from Linkous's family, part of which reads: "We are thankful for his time with us and will hold him forever in our hearts May his journey be peaceful, happy and free. There's a heaven and there's a star for you."

That spirit of positivity is something to cling on to. He leaves behind a handful of truly wonderful albums, and his memory will live on, not just in the hearts and minds of those who knew him and cared about him, but through his music. Rest in peace Mark.

In Advance of the 82nd Academy Awards

Yes, it's that time of year again. It's hard to tell whether or not anyone has much enthusiasm for the Oscars anymore. Indeed, much of the focus this time round seems to be on the fact that the films that have garnered the most nominations - Avatar and The Hurt Locker respectively - were directed by James Cameron and Kathryn Bigelow, who were once married to one another. It's a reasonable enough angle to hang the ceremony off of, but in truth it betrays a general lack of interest in the event itself. Which is fair enough, really, as even the most cursory trawl through the main categories reveals very little to get excited about, with the most obvious candidates generally garnering their expected nominations, as we're about to see:

Best Picture

Given that the category has been expanded to include ten films, you really would have hoped for a wildcard of some kind to spring up - The White Ribbon or A Prophet, for example, moving up from the Best Foreign Language Film category into the supposed big leagues. That hasn't really happened, though. Admittedly, Up manages to make the shortlist, but has no chance of winning - it'll surely take home the Best Animated Feature, but isn't a serious candidate for the big award. Neither is District 9, a somewhat baffling inclusion. The Blind Side hasn't been released in this country yet, which makes any kind of assessment difficult. By all appearances it can be easily filed in the 'American sports drama' bracket, but it is based on a critically acclaimed true life story, so it could be decent. For practical purposes, I'm ruling it out of the running. Ditto An Education, simply because I find it hard to believe that an American audience will be interested enough in what is a very British film for it to take home the big prize. A Serious Man doesn't quite match the heights of multiple Oscar winner No Country For Old Men, and so it seems a reasonably safe bet that it will end up missing out here.

Of the five films that leaves, it becomes much harder to pick one out as the winner. Inglourious Basterds was very much a return to form for Quentin Tarantino, but it doesn't seem likely that a film that plays Adolf Hitler for laughs will win Best Picture. Precious is a film with much to commend it for, but it also has a number of failings that mean it shouldn't win here. Up In The Air might actually have a chance. After all, it's the most extensively nominated film in the main categories, which suggests that the Academy are keen on it. Avatar is now the highest-grossing film ever, but it could hardly be described as any kind of critical success, although that in itself isn't reason to rule it out of the running, and it has to be considered one of the front-runners. Yet I'm taking the safe option, and backing The Hurt Locker to emulate the success it had at the BAFTAs. I imagine the recent controversy surrounding the film has come too late in the day to affect it negatively, and it probably is the only truly standout option.

Best Director

Not a massively straightforward category. For all his detractors, Quentin Tarantino has had as much of an impact on American cinema as anyone these past twenty years, and that deserves greater acknowledgment than a single Best Original Screenplay award. I can't see him winning in that category this year, and in truth, I can't see him winning Best Director either. But he wouldn't make for a terrible choice. As previously mentioned, Precious is a fantastic film, but it is not one without its failings, and I think some of them can be traced to Lee Daniels's inexperience as a director. James Cameron won a Best Director award for Titanic, and I'd like to believe that Avatar is far too similar a film (on a structural level, they're nearly identical) to earn him a second one. Kathryn Bigelow is again the safe option, so I'm backing her, although Up In The Air is surely going to take home at least one of the big awards, and considering Jason Reitman has been nominated for the ho-hum Juno in the past, I think there's a genuine chance of him winning here.

Best Actor

I'm very much of the belief that George Clooney has to win one of these awards one day - he is a very talented individual, and it's obvious that he's beloved by the Academy. This could definitely be his year. Surprisingly for a Clint Eastwood film, Invictus has been largely ignored, so I wouldn't back Morgan Freeman. I don't see Colin Firth winning, either. Jeremy Renner has a chance - he's won more than a few (comparatively minor) awards for his role in The Hurt Locker, as does Jeff Bridges (mostly in a Martin Scorsese "he's surely done enough over the span of his career to deserve one of these things for something" sense). I'm going for Clooney, though.

Best Actress

Give it to Gabourey Sidibe! Helen Mirren really doesn't need any more recognition at this point, nor does Meryl Streep - fine actresses both, their legacies are secure. And for Sandra Bullock, the nomination itself should be sufficient to redeem someone who had previously been seen as something of a joke. That leaves Sidibe and Carey Mulligan, and as far as portrayals of adolescence are concerned, Mulligan's just isn't that interesting, and her performance not that impressive. I've expressed my opinion that Precious is a flawed film, but those flaws do not extend to the performance of Sidibe, which is nothing short of remarkable, and will hopefully earn her this award.

Best Supporting Actor

One of the strongest fields. I have precisely zero interest in watching The Lovely Bones, which has been made to look entirely mundane by its own advertising campaign (and, indeed, by its reviews), so I can't comment on Stanley Tucci's performance. Matt Damon - for all my belief that he's spreading himself a little thin just lately - is a fine actor, but I don't see him winning here. Ditto Woody Harrelson - they've both been nominated for the Best Actor award in the past, without success, and I expect them to go home disappointed tonight. Christoph Waltz is the best thing about Inglourious Basterds, and time was I'd have been rooting for him to win. But Christopher Plummer probably deserves it. Not only has he had a long career, filled with fine performances, but aside from The Last Station, he was excellent in Up (as the voice of the villain of the piece, Charles F. Muntz) and The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus. Still, I expect Waltz to win here.

Best Supporting Actress

Rob Marshall's previous film Chicago swept up at the 2002 Oscars. His latest effort, Nine, has been a catastrophic failure. Critics hated it, and it has been almost entirely ignored by the Academy. That Penelope Cruz is nominated here is testament to her talent, and her status as another of the Academy's most beloved performers. Yet having won the same award last year, it'd be a surprise to see her take it away again, especially for a role in a universally panned film. Anna Kendrick and Vera Famiga are both nominated for Up In The Air, and could end up splitting the vote. Maggie Gyllenhaal may have a chance, then, but Mo'Nique has so far swept up at the other award shows - taking home the BAFTA, Golden Globe and Screen Actors Guild versions of this award - and it seems ridiculous not to back her to do the same here.

Marina and the Diamonds, "Family Jewels"

Having made a significant impression on the live circuit in 2009 - including a stunning set at Nottingham Dot To Dot Festival last May that I was fortunate enough to witness - Marina Diamandis and her Diamonds ended their year as one of fifteen bands the BBC tipped for great things in their Sound of 2010 feature, which in the past has proven to be an extremely useful launching pad for several bands. The 2009 version included Lady GaGa, Florence and the Machines and La Roux, all of whom have gone on to do very well for themselves. For Marina and the Diamonds, the signs of success are already evident. The venues are getting larger and the gigs are still selling out, and quickly, and before their debut album Family Jewels had even been released. Exactly how big they might become is uncertain; the suggestion that they might one day headline stadiums is not as fanciful as it would've been a year ago.

Indeed, the shadow of imminent fame casts itself over Family Jewels from beginning to end, as the band show no fear of being too self-referential. Lead single "Hollywood" comes across as a direct address aimed at potential superstardom, the line "I'm obsessed with the mess that's America" very much intended as both a critique of our infatuation with celebrity culture and a rejection of any such lifestyle for themselves. In the midst of the song, the lyrics craft a scene where photographers and bystanders confuse Diamandis for Shakira and Catherine Zeta-Jones, prompting her to confidently assert that "actually, my name's Marina," a non-too-subtle declaration of her intention to retain her own sense of identity, no matter how successful she might become. It's a bold statement, and she's created a rod for her own back if fame does end up changing her, as well as a tune that is something of a grower.

Elsewhere, the strongest songs are those from earlier EPs - "I Am Not A Robot" and "Obsessions" both have a similar structure, proving to be perfect distillations of the best elements of the band, with fragile, introspective beginnings flowering into bombastic pop that perfectly showcase Diamandis's range. Her vocals are possessed of a theatrical quality not entirely dissimilar to Amanda Palmer, an approach that is sure to alienate some listeners right off the bat. That's something of a shame; like Palmer there's a depth to her singing that goes beyond the attention-grabbing screechy nature of the catchier singles, as she proves to be capable of subtlety when it's required. Another single, "Mowgli's Road," wouldn't feel out of place on Gwen Stefani's "Love. Angel. Music. Baby." which, let's face it, is no bad thing.

However, it's several songs too long. In most cases, I tend to be an advocate of the ten-song LP - only the very special bands are capable of all killer, no filler albums, and Marina and the Diamonds aren't there yet, stretching themselves a little too much in places. "Girls" and "Hermit The Frog" are both humdrum studies in gender politics, and "Rootless" is a rather plodding Kate Bush impression. Their presence ends up interrupting the flow of the album, and a less-is-more approach would have served them well. For the large part, though, the album is simply pop done very well, certainly an improvement on the efforts of the aforementioned trio of 2009 success stories, and an impressive statement as to the ambitions of this band.

Married Single Other

Q: On which date did the Battle of Hastings take place?

A: Love. At least, that's the answer according to new ITV flagship drama Married Single Other

The handy thing about ITV is that, after years of neglect, you know exactly what to expect from any new programming they choose to heavily hype. You expect it to be awful. With good reason, too. Take Michael Winner's Dining Stars. Inexplicably the focus of a number of Granada Reports "news" features prior to its premiere on Friday night, the show involves the washed-up one time director now most commonly known for one of those inane television advertising catchphrases - "Calm down, Dear, it's only a commercial" - that are funny precisely once, if you're feeling in a particularly charitable mood. The show consists of Winner visiting two families, eating a three-course meal in their company, before inviting them to a London-based cinema setting, where they're screened footage of him critiquing everything from their cooking to their conversation, before deciding whether or not to award them one of his entirely valueless dining star awards. The whole thing is an exercise in providing a vehicle for a smug, needlessly self-satisfied man - whose most significant directing job of the last twenty years involves the aforementioned esure adverts - to patronise the general public whilst expecting them to be grateful for it.

That's having sat through a full episode. Married Single Other, on the other hand, looks like the kind of show you can safely assess simply by sitting through the adverts a couple of times, whilst saving yourself the bother of actually suffering through an hour of it. The premise: a group of thirtysomethings angst over settling down - either they're ready to but can't; they have done and they regret it; or they don't want to and aren't certain what that means. Admittedly, that's not the worst premise for a show (This Life could be summarised in much the same way, as could Cold Feet), but being a product of ITV's recent reverse Midas touch commissioning policy, you cannot help but expect the worst. The first episode drew decent ratings, but that's to be expected - so much promotion had gone into it that it couldn't help but start strongly, with plenty of people likely to tune in out of curiosity, if nothing else (the very reason I chose to sit through it). The second episode didn't fare quite so well. So far, the show has received decidedly mixed reviews.

You know you're in trouble when, minutes into the first episode, you're introduced to an annoyingly precocious child who has his own blog and uses words such as 'aplomb.' Trouble is, he often comes across as the most intelligent character of the ensemble - in contrast, Dickie (played by Dean Lennox Kelly), is an online poker-obsessed bloke who thinks nothing of declaring "man, am I good at that" post-sex. Everywhere else, the approach to characterisation possesses the same sledgehammer-subtlety, too. Ralf Little plays Clint, whom we know is supposed to be a womaniser because a) he refers to someone he picked up drunkenly the night before as 'Sofa Girl,' in lieu of actually remembering her name and b) he has a large framed picture of a lingerie-clad model on all fours hanging above his bed. Eddie (Shaun Dooley) is the token nice guy, devoted father and loving boyfriend, who really wants to marry his long-term girlfriend Lillie (Lucy Davis). Despite being with him since sixth-form, Lillie doesn't feel the same way, being a post-feminist woman who doesn't need to be tied down. Her opposition of marriage - on the grounds that it is entirely unnecessary, given the longevity of their relationship - stands in contrast to the desires (conscious or subconscious) of her friends, and might make her a sympathetic character were it not for the fact that the script insists on repeatedly hammering home just how independent and modern a woman she is, in the process managing to patronise her rather than empower her. Meanwhile, Abbey (Miranda Raison) and Babs (Amanda Abbington) are as yet somewhat peripheral, not massively sketched out beyond their obvious personality traits.

Of course, the show follows their trials and tribulations in the pursuit of love and long-lasting happiness. The problem is that love is so common a theme that there really is nothing new to say about it, so the only option is to try and say it in an interesting way, avoiding as many of the cliches as possible. That's not the approach Married Single Other chooses to take, however, with characters spouting boring platitudes such as "money doesn't matter, only love matters" and "love is always the answer" on a semi-regular basis, sentiments that are tired and, ultimately, boring, whilst the characters who don't quite agree with these declarations act as ciphers to remind us all that love is complicated. Yes, ITV, love is complicated. Thanks for spelling that out to us in the least imaginative way possible. In fairness, the performances aren't terrible - aren't bad at all, in fact - and there is a reasonable amount of chemistry on display. The problem is that each character is such a broad stereotype that it's impossible to view them as individuals worth caring about and, for all their supposed uncertainties, the truth is that each of them seem entirely stuck in their own particular ways, with little scope for change. The argument could be put forward that, only two episodes in, the show still needs time to gel, that the characters need a little more time to develop, and that then the audience might get on their side. But between episodes, almost a third of that audience has already disappeared. It's hard to imagine why anyone would stick around to see how their lives develop.

In Search of the Albums of 2009, part one

So, has it been a vintage year for new music? If so - and I get the impression that it might have been - I haven't really noticed, and the fault is my own. Well, not entirely - the lack of a working laptop (a problem remedied yesterday) has hamstrung my ability to seek out new stuff; meanwhile, a lack of money means that actually buying music has become an impossibility. Which is a shame: plenty of what has been released has been of interest to me, be it new releases from some of my favourite artists (such as Daniel Johnston, The Fiery Furnaces, The Mountain Goats, Sonic Youth and Wilco) or debut long-players from much-touted bands (Cymbals Eat Guitars, Girls, The Pains of Being Pure at Heart, The xx) and a great deal besides. Don't get me wrong, I've heard many of these albums. They just haven't become familiar to me, in the way that many of them should have. So over the Christmas period and beyond, I've been remedying this problem.

Since some of these capsule reviews are my first (or second, or third) impressions, I might choose to offer fuller reviews at a later date, because some of these albums might be growers. Time will tell.

On that note, though, time has done nothing to improve my opinion of Eskimo Snow, possibly the biggest disappointment of the year (much as I hate to say that). First song "These Hands" - what with its plaintive keys and fantastic opening lines ("I wear the customary clothes of my time/Like Jesus did, with no reason not to die") - promises much, but the album never truly takes off, consistently passing the listener by without leaving much of an impression. Comprising of songs mostly written around the time of Alopecia, most reviewers have been of the opinion that a full release was a mistake. I'd echo that sentiment - it might (just about) have made for a decent E.P. - whilst hoping that Why? spend more time on their follow-up.

Meanwhile, I feel as though my review of Casiotone For The Painfully Alone's Vs. Children may have been a touch too generous. Initially describing it as Owen Ashworth's "most complete album to date," my enthusiasm towards it has dimmed slightly - perhaps unsurprisingly, in retrospect, it is still Etiquette I usually turn to when I want my CFTPA fix. I appreciate what he's achieved here, though - creating an interesting narrative that throws up some wonderful instances of self-doubt and self-loathing that aren't so firmly rooted in the seemingly minor personal failures detailed throughout his previous output definitely represents a step forward, and a step beyond the expected limitations of the name Ashworth bestowed upon himself.

On Setting the Paces, BOAT offer their usual collection of scattershot punk-lite catchiness mixed in with the occasional slower jam. They're a fun band to be sure - and have enough great songs spread over three albums that they deserve to be an indie disco staple (this time round, the standout party tunes are "We Want It! We Want It!" and "Lately (I've Been On My Back)," both of which feature choruses just begging to be sang aloud after four beers too many) but unfortunately, it's difficult to make a convincing argument that beyond that, their music isn't essentially throwaway.

Despite all the hype, to my mind, Phoenix fall into the same category. Offering hooks and vocals that will sound immediately familiar to anyone with even a passing knowledge of alternative rock, fourth album Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix has still ended the year as one of the most highly-regarded releases within the music press. It holds up well enough when you consider how unquestionably derivative it sounds, but it remains hard to understand why people have embraced it to the extent they have done. Catchy in places but meandering in others ("Love Like A Sunset Part I" could be argued as the build-up to "Love Like A Sunset Part II;" it could just as easily be described as an unnecessary diversion during which nothing of interest happens), when they're pop, they're a lot of fun, but the more downtempo songs offer little.

The Rural Alberta Advantage took a stab at self-releasing their debut album Hometowns last year, but it is the Saddle Creek re-release that has seem them garner a lot of well-deserved attention. Songs like "Sleep All Day" and "In The Summertime" show them to be adept at the difficult musical task of evoking moments you may not have lived through personally, but which seem familiar nonetheless; meanwhile, songs like "The Ballad of the RAA" and "Don't Haunt This Place" show them to have a good ear for a pop tune. It's not all perfect - "Rush Apart" has a touch of the hoedown about it, whilst "The Dethbridge in Lethbridge," and its unmistakable desire to be "Holland, 1945," takes the Jeff Mangum influence a little too far. All told, though, I'm a little bit in love with this album, and expect even more from them with their next release - there's enough evidence to suggest that they're keen to forge their own distinct sound, rather than following in the footsteps of their forebearers.

That said, Throw Me The Statue were a band I would've said exactly the same about, and yet to my mind, Creaturesque is an inferior effort to their 2007 debut Moonbeams, an album that contained a handful of should've-been "hit" singles - "Lolita," "About To Walk" and "Take It Or Leave It" amongst them - that have yet to be embraced by indie discos across the land (much like BOAT). The same cannot be said second time around: standout track "Dizzy From The Fall" aside, the album is a somewhat low-key affair, lacking in any sense of immediacy, often rather reflective and, dare I say it, even melancholy (which, in fairness, is a direction their first album occasionally hinted at), at times sounding like early CFTPA with better production. Indeed, all the most upbeat tracks come in the second half of the album, a strange sequencing decision which makes building up momentum difficult even before penultimate track "Shade For A Shadow" effectively grinds proceedings to a halt. Ultimately, a disappointing sophomore effort.

In the end, then, it was left for Micachu and the Shapes to bring the fun, impressively managing to give art-pop a good name in the process. Songs as infectious as "Vulture," "Golden Phone" and "Wrong" deserve the wider audience that all the praise for their debut album Jewellery looks set to gain them, and the fact that they're a great live band will only contribute to their success.

(A number of end-of-year lists and websites have proved invaluable in finding any releases that might have passed me by, all of them well worth reading through: The A.V. Club, Coke Machine Glow, Piccadilly Records, Pitchfork, Pop Tarts Suck Toasted, Spin, and The Line of Best Fit.)