Music

A few years ago, this trio, sounding as they do like they’re clad in Chelsea boots and sharp suits, would’ve fitted neatly into the psychedelic garage-pop pigeonhole inhabited by The Coral and co. But now that slot is relatively uncluttered, The Draytones’ mod-beat cum Black Keys riffing cum Kinks-y music hall vibes sound all the better for being out of step. And if they lack the scuzzy, youthful zest of 1965 labelmates The View, that’s only because they take a little more pride in both appearance and sound.