Eugene Francis Jr, a Welsh musical wizard and accomplished solo act in his own right, has taken to recruiting six thoroughly accomplished followers, plucked from the cream of the Welsh indie scene. Together they forge a collective supergroup akin to the Flaming Lips of Cymru. Space age, dream world, leftfield folktronica to stimulate, invigorate and carry you off on a computerised paper aeroplane of happiness.

‘Poor Me’ runs on an electronic keyboard bubble destined to force it’s way through the greater stratospheric consciousness and make the world wondrous in 2007 and beyond, with streets full of people whistling that gleeful jibber. Not wholly unlike Sufjan Stevens magical ‘Chicago’, this is perfect enchanting pop at it’s finest. Like Wayne Coyne calling his army of foam hands and human teddy bears to a love march down the yellow brick road.

‘Kites’ takes a more Devandra Banhart, Vetiver et al vibe. Hypnotic sitar like star guitars and lighter than air atmospherics. As uplifting as you might expect from the metaphor, will pick you up dust you down and paint a shining grin on your face. Understated beauty through and through.

A thoroughly excellent debut double A-side not to be ignored. It will surely capture the imagination of anyone who hears it. A perfect soundtrack to lying on a hill and watching the summer clouds roll by, Eugene Francis and his genius juniors will make your world that little bit more magical a place.

By Martin Kendrick