British indie rockers, The Crookes, craft sly, romantically doomed, modern pop songs. Sepia tinged and warmly rendered, they cut more than a sideways glance to the soul of their native Sheffield immortalised by Richard Hawley, but with a more boisterous and rowdy tone. With a hop, step and a jump they churn out catchy sing-along after whimsical rollick, all humming bass and spark-spewing guitars. Optimistic, but with a side-hustle in weary sadness, The Crookes are as British as they come.