
Cursor Major’s appeal has always been their ability to craft the most accessible, infectious and unique songs, an alternative to alt-pop, a double bluff which sees them able both occupy the centre ground and offer a brilliant alternative to it at the same time. Their music is rich, wide-screen and full of primary colours but is still forged from a sound that will cause you to throw caution to the wind and dance like a loon if it ever found their way onto nightclub playlists.
Andy’s louche and loquacious Cocker-esque vocal delivery – Jarvis not Joe, obviously – seals the deal. Effortlessly cool, wonderfully detached, slightly knowing and not averse to the odd Bukowski line that you can re-quote to impress people with how clever your music collection is.
As always, it is a wonderful ride through a fantastic and slightly quirky soundscape, but then that was never in question. What is in question is why more pop music isn’t made to these box-ticking standards, but then if it was I wouldn’t look forward to Cursor Major’s latest releases half as much. As you were…
