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You get the feeling that Manchester band MONEY are a bit of a coup for the Bella Union label. This is the kind of chest-swell, slow-burn indie that the majors charter helicopters of coke for – a triple threat of art-school philosophy, organic conception and BBC ident-ready tunes that’ll cash-in before the band’s Mercury Prize nomination is announced. It could – and probably should – be BIG, within the confines of its airy ways, definitely, and maybe bigger than that. And it helps, of course, that band leader Jamie Lee is already a star with few inhibitions, planting wet ones on his bandmates in promo shots and volunteering to take a red wine shower for the likes of us last month.

Jamie’s not from the North but his band are based there, where, on this debut, they go for the same epiphany rock that The Verve did early on (‘Bluebell Fields’), icier fjord hymns (‘So Long’) and – on ‘Who’s Going To Love You Now’ in particular – bubbling, bittersweet anthems last heard coming from Arcade Fire circa ‘Funeral’. If you’re not in a contemplative mood, all of this is pretty useless; if you are it’s difficult to know what else to play after it’s finished, although the answer is probably ‘Goodnight London’ again; the album’s minor chord piano ballad, which is a relative curveball on a record that will otherwise flutter to every discerning indie fan who likes a cry.

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