'The brainchild of a Californian transplanted in to worn down Dalston, Greg Griffin's London project The Lofty Heights revolves around the genius idea of combining the laid back sounds of his native state with the traditional folk song of the East End.
The results are rather spectacular; wistful surf dirges that talk about lost loves, home sickness and the ancient people of France, that all have a cockney sing-a-long quality about them. A bit like the Shins deciding to cover Chas and Dave songs.Live the guys got it pretty nailed down too, with a stage show that is charming, funny and not afraid to use a charango like a latter day George Formby; especially when he's busting out 'my old man'. You can even buy a CD with the case stitched by the guys own hand- now how many time does that happen in modern music?'
-www.spoonfed.co.uk
'Probably no one remembers them, but in the mid 90's there was a heartbreakingly twee band called blueboy (no not the Remember Me people). This nicely put together demo sounds just like them but transferref to the country rather than pre-Brit pop Camden. You just have to trust us that this is a compliment. It's gentle to the point feyness in places but ther's no disgrace in being in touch with your feelings - this is an ep that knows the pain of just being friends. Acoustic loveliness with school band touches that makes us miss Sarah records and old style Belle & Sebastien.
-James Kendall, Brighton Source Magazine
