This is Sketches. Their van is red and constantly breaks. They are polite, display quintessentially British manners and respond to e-mails (on average) quicker than most. Sketches play epi-ratic (i.e. epic and operatic), widescreen, melodramatic pop that is equal parts twitchy, tetchy and tense – like a triple espresso caffeine-rush at a funeral or an unexpected orgasm in a public library. They combine adulation, paranoia, inertia and fear to atmospheric effect and veer capriciously between stadium rock and blueprinted, audio-tectural, indie scribblings. They are the musical equivalent of overstating a subtle point, walking home in the fog, or deriving an intense pleasure from the clean, sharp hit of a papercut.

 

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Official: http://www.sketchesmusic.co.uk

Myspace: http://www.myspace.com/sketchesband

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