You’d think with their particular brand of completely straightforward lo-fi garage rock, Harlem would waste most of their appeal after a couple of listens. Somehow though, their no frills approach improves every time I listen to Hippies – it’s like treating beer as if it were wine, but somehow this does get better with age. Every song attempts much the same thing, with similar lyrical content and a complete lack of professional production, but the boundless exuberance and irreverance of every single one of the sixteen tracks always draws me in. If I didn’t know better, I’d be sure this is impossible to dislike.

Harlem – Gay Human Bones (YSI)