Ganger

Ganger are one of the lesser heralded, but entirely winsome in their own roundabout way, of the latest generation of precocious Scottish pop cubs. They’re young and cute, and they play with sophistication well beyond their years. Tortoise is one name that leaps to mind. Ganger’s songs are not shapeless, but they’re also not recursive in the manner of most pop, but an unfolding series of contours, some gently rounded and some steeply sloped and all defined by the sinuous bass figures of Natasha Noramly. To call them grooves would be to grant them too much muscle, but they’re also not simply so much post-Krautrock noodling, and that’s the delicate post-rock balancing act Ganger perform so well in their nebulous, but highly tactile realm. Smart, but intuitive and clever, but not overly self-indulgent, Ganger play pop for people who like not knowing precisely where a song is taking them.