Everyone has a mate who farts about on a portastudio. They tend to be fairly talented in a I-don't-go-out-of-the-house-much manner, instead choosing to spend their time creating sound collages and messing-about-on-a-portastudio epics, primarily for their own amusement. Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce you to our new friends, Pennsylvania's Blues Control. They don't get out much.

Valley Tangents has, as its main instrument, piano. And while the press paperwork might throw McCartney into the mix, the reference to Bruce Hornsby rings truer - although we would never claim to know how much weed Bruce was prone to indulge in, if in indeed he ever did. So it's a case of playful (or sometimes discordant) piano rolls offset by all manner of dimestore drum machine beats. On 'Iron Pigs', those cheap beats sit behind equally cheap stabs of Bontempi brass sounds; on 'Walking Robin' it's a guitar that gets pulled out of the closet for one of those two-o'clock-in-the-morning-when-the-inspiration-strikes noodle sessions that probably doesn't sound so great the next day. That's Valley Tangents for you: the sound of last night. Tired, bleary-eyed and probably just worth forgetting.