Bands are forever making great albums only to be fatally ignored by the public (see Six By Seven). And the same could be true of these Mancunians. They’re a checked-shirt, long-hair-and-beard band, and thus completely uncool, but their sun-conjuring songs have more tunes and heart than most vacuous rubbish out there. Indebted to Pavement and their world of jewel-in-the-sludge riffs, ‘Won’t You Come Around’, ‘Still Spinning’ and ‘Pep’ would be summer hits in a more sensitive world. Sure, it won’t help that, once or twice, vocalist Dylan sounds like a baa-ing sheep, but Polytechnic deserve a distinction for this debut.
