Here is a musical Rorschach test. Join the company of Little Grandad and ask yourself: what am I actually hearing here? Not that the London band is so inscrutable, on the contrary: you can hear anything in it and probably be right. Isn't the singer straining his vocal cords just like Jay Farrar of Uncle Tupelo, or rather Paul Westerberg of The Replacements? And does that melancholy trumpet playing also remind you so much of Miles Davis’ Ascenseur pour l'échafaud? And why then does it still sound exactly as catchy as The Strokes? The fact that they are a 'Windmill band', just like Black Country, New Road, Squid, and Maruja once were, explains a lot. Here, virtuosity leads to a rather puzzling genre fluidity.