We wish it would just fucking well rain already. Oh wait. It now is. In the time it has taken us to warm up the left over bolognese sauce (contrary to popular belief, we sometimes cook), slice up these-here baguettes to render the sauce into some kinda Sloppy Joe-like state, sit down and watch maybe 3 minutes of a not-special-in-particular video of Donald Trump talking to people about things, think about life (specifically the next, oh dunno, four to five years from now) for a bit and listen to current Track Of The Day people Swords right up until the point of writing this sentence, and then watch another video reeled off Bob’s Burgers featuring a musical collaboration between The National and Lapsley (we had to ask some of our Whatsapp gang who immerses themselves a lot more in popular American culture than we apparently do whether this was a real thing or not, and apparently it is. We are sure to expect a lot of “can’t believe you didn’t know that”‘s following this revelation), the Camden skyline has evolved into the categorical apocalyptic. All in the last 15-20 minutes. Now we can expect less sweatiness and humidity, and way more chilling breeziness and the thick smell of asphalt as the water impacts the pre-steaming roads of North London. Way to go, us. We can expect all that whilst sitting here listening to Betty Machete, which according to Swords is the first song to be taken off their forthcoming longplayer Tidal Waves which we imagine will be with us all at some point. It has polarised opinions here in the KM office, of which there are precisely two today. Label Manager Tom pulled a funny face just now when we made him listen to the track in order to work out what we think this sounds like – which, by the way, we think lends itself to the quirky/cutesy sensibilities of Lulu & The Lampshades (you obviously know about the Cups song. Oh wait. You didn’t? Can’t believe you didn’t know about that mate) and also a bit over to the more rock-orientated Yeah Yeah Yeahs. Then again, maybe that’s just Tom’s face, the facial expressions of which are indeed beginning to emulate our own especially when it it comes to frowning and/or looks of utter despair. That shit will give you wrinkles, we tell thee. Now listen to this song from this promising Irish trio.