Haven’t spoken to you lot in aaaaaaaaaaaaaages. Or since Thursday, which is kinda aaaaaaaaaages. You alright? In the groove? Yeah we’re pretty good ta. Noticeably less pissed off on a daily occurrence than perhaps we once were a little while ago, to the point that we’re going around preaching to everyone else in our more-immediate surroundings to chill out on the reg. Label Manager Tom has a soundcloud copyright issue? Chill out. People forgot to invoice for things, or indeed forgotten what they’ve invoiced for? Fo’get about it. Too many weddings on literally every weekend between now and what’s allegedly left of summer? Sure, we’ve all got that, but put the gun down man. Other scenarios that have played host to our arrogant and very much temporary know-it-allness include our brother’s mother-in-law’s birthday on the Sunday (Brexit of course came up, but we didn’t bring it up so there), the BBC Proms at Royal Albert Hall on the Monday (no Brexit mentioned, but this was one of those amazing things our girlfriend does for us every so often to remind us that we do, in fact, still enjoy music), and yesterday we brought the chill to the AIM Awards nominations – which quite frankly required chill given how fucking humid it was and the amount of running around/eye-contact avoiding going on, not least of all by a former A&R scout of ours that is understandably still pissed following our firing of his ass some years back (it was richly deserved. The firing we mean. You do a shit job, you get fired. Them’s the breaks. We’re far more expert at ignoring people directly in front of us than he will ever be). So, that’s all very good. What’s also good is this guy Ginger Snaps. Label Manager Tom was very taken with him some time ago following formative effort Paranoid, which we have usefully embedded below, and duly witnessed the impressive addition to Radio X’s evening playlist and other such big ups designed to get new music fans all riled up and what-not. Well done Label Manager Tom. Ginger Snaps is now back on it procuring a similar amount of primarily radio-based plaudits with new effort Phat Kids, and admittedly on first/second/fifth listen we find ourselves susceptible to invariably the same reasons why a great deal of other people around us are loving this shit right here. There’s credibility in the main protagonist involved – as in we recognise him from another band we know and have indeed propped up in a similar fashion on the site in years past – and indeed the underlying influences in the track, which smacks of something spesh brewing between the songwriting worlds of Beck and The Dandy Warhols, and with more expiration-based vocal layerings like you might get from The Eels. It’s all pretty fucking indie, and ain’t nothing wrong with that. There’s some live action coming up from this guy soon, so hold onto your butts and those of others (with permission, of course) for that.