Listening to the marching drums coming from the opening track of Django Django‘s self-titled debut album, we get the sneaking suspicion that this London-based quartet has got something to prove. And – without wanting to lose ourselves completely to chauvinism – with a band name that’s a nod to Belgian jazz manouche legend Django Reinhardt, they damn well better be. Regardless of a level of giftedness that allows them to lob a thirteen track album at us on which every single tune sounds effortlessly sewn together while remaining intriguing, this band embodies the highly anticipated deathblow to the hackneyed practice of labelling any instrumental music genre that isn’t pop, rock or metal, ‘indie’. Fact: Django Django overcomes this so-called mismatch between avant-garde and accessibility, with tracks driven by different kinds of drumming – from weird folky cajón to ethnic African – and mantra-like chanted lyrics. Django Django gets into our minds and our senses. The band’s steel guitars interweave with tambourines, cow bells and analog synths. Imagine Dick Dale and The Beach Boys jamming together in a kind of swamp-blues state of mind, and that’s about as far as you’ll get in defining what these true independents can squeeze out of their instruments.

Django Django released their debut album ‘Django Django’ on Because Records in January 2012