It is now at the point whereby we really don’t know what day it is. In our mind, today is not Tuesday. It is The World Might Actually Turn Into A Turd Fairly Shortly Day. Or Måntra Play Their Debut Headline Show Day, perhaps as the last headline show to be played in the sort-of free world we kinda enjoy today. We jest, of course. Or do we? The ironic fact is that opinions as to what is to happen in the next 24 hours, contrasted to what is to happen in the western hemisphere of this place called Earth, seem to cancel each other and we are collectively left in a scenario devoid of any sort of certainty. On one hand, whilst adhering to our more reticent mindset these days as far as our online persona entails these days (sorry, emo-pervs), this leaves people worried as fuck. On the other, it is all rather exciting because of that uncertainty. Soundtracking such pensiveness (alluding to the fucking close-to oblivious optimism that we have at the mo) is a brand new effort from a brand new efforter who goes by the name of RXC. We’re assuming RXC, based on correspondence and our in-built facial recognition ability, is into the whole mystery thing given that she (and indeed we are assuming she is a she) is into the whole mystery thing. Don’t go emailing yourself to Little Indie Blogs then, RXC. You’ll likely receive a rather belligerent bollocking lecturing you on everything they think is wrong about you, even though you haven’t asked for it (they’re really cool like that, aren’t they). Anyway, lest we become like those we propose to bitch about, let’s concentrate on the music. It’s bloody good, at least in the modern sense of the marketing term. Whilst other details are sketchy as best due to the aforementioned lack of information available, RXC could neatly stand toe-to-toe with the best of the rest in the ethereal indie-pop space, also occupied by the likes of Parker, Lapsley, Abi Ocia and maybe a bitta Banks. Vibe on.