Lazy journalism annoys me. Lazy music journalism annoys me even more.
You know the sort of thing; describing every new two-piece ever as "The White Stripes if they'd listened to more *insert arbitrary avant-garde band from the 70s*."
Using the term "post-rock" to refer to ALL instrumental bands, regardless of whether they're actually aiming to facilitate timbre and texture with their guitars,
or quite simply none of them could sing so it was just easier.
So imagine my full on annoyance every time I read another "journalist's" description of Little My as "Cardiff's answer to Broken Social Scene".
Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, WRONG.
Once you get over the fact that both bands are comprised of varying members of other bands, then the comparisons pretty much cease right there;
Little My have amongst their 15 or so part-time members, musicians from the creme de la indie creme of Cardiff and Bristol, who are "forced to play 1 - 2 minute songs whilst wearing animal ears in public."
Counting members of Los Campesinos!, Gindrinker, Sweet Baboo, The School, The Hornby Pylons and Silence At Sea amongst their number, Little My use a combination of luscious boy/girl vocals and relentlessly catchy riffs (played on any of their superb collection of instrumentation; most of which you could probably find in any half-decent primary school music lesson), to craft a sound which is delightfully twee.
Stand out track on "Little My's Fifth", "Sellotape My Hands" even features a stylophone introduction AND a brief recorder solo, and "All But The Beeps Meep" from latest offering "Little My's Sixth" builds up from a simple glockenspiel part, before emerging into a slide-guitar drenched verse, via blissfully layered stylophone and violin.
To witness Little My, is to witness twee perfection of the highest order.
So please don't compare them to anyone else.
Little My - Sellotape My Hands