It seems like you can’t walk a yard in Leeds without tripping over a trio of skinny men in shirts skronking out some particularly tight and angular rock. Bilge Pump are of course the dons at this, but whilst they tend to disappoint with their archly surrealistic lyrical content, and the recorded output never living up to the energy of the live shows (which I have perhaps witnessed more times than is really necessary), Uprights neatly nip in the backdoor and make a righteous racket employing a minimum of nonsense whilst still retaining enough flexibility to jazz about the place. It all sounds wayward and awkward, but there really isn’t an ounce of fat on the thing. Apologies for this review being more about Bilge Pump than Uprights by the way.

Uprights