I wonder what everyday life in Tasmania is like. It might seem like an odd thing to wonder about on a Monday morning but I have my reasons: that is where Anthony Rochester comes from, according to the Radio Khartoum site. The same site states he comes ‘out of nowhere’ and wouldn’t know most of the bands you’d use to describe him. Presuming he does read his reviews though, I thought I’d add some more bands for him to discover. So to the fact that he sounds like Eggstone (a fair point, of which I would have never thought myself) and like a singer-songwriter Stereolab on a Sunday morning (with which I was going to disagree until I thought better of it – and concluded it is a very good description indeed) let’s add that there is an early Clientele feeling about his songs.

Now if you’re half an indiepopper, or maybe just a Clientele fan, you’ll know that this precious praise, not given lightly. But it is true. There is this dreamy, cool but cosy, arty but sweet, lazily happy popness about them that I haven’t seen around since the summer of 2001, when I first got my hands on ‘Suburban light’. And my, had I missed having some half-sad songs about suburban trains, cats and happiness. I spent most of my norther-european summer mornings playing ‘Music for librarians’: as the boyfriend said, it turned into the soundtrack of the summer. A rainy, half-sad sort of summer that Anthony made a little better.

With winter fast approaching – even my south-east autumn is nearly here, and it never lasts long – I thought I’d write to say thankyou.