You’d imagine, as a music-listening human on the cusp of 2017, that the appetite for dreamy indie music might be well and truly sated. And that’s pretty much my go-to stance, but then a band like Swimming Tapes come along, plug in their guitars, offer a prayer to the more languid shoegaze deities, dial the reverb round to ‘woozy charm’ and conjure up the kind of delicate haze that leaves you wallowing in the most idyllic daydreams. Throw in cover art aesthetics to die for, plus a really fine – and almost onomatopoeic – name, and I’m diving in.

OF 2017