Y Niwl have justifiably been picking up plaudits left, right and centre, for their eponymous debut album. This twangy offering is replete with instrumental, riff-driven delights that recall the nifty-fingered ghosts of Link Wray and Dick Dale. Unencumbered by distracting vocals it is ideal for giving one’s mundane life a complete surf soundtrack makeover. For instance, this is the best album ever for doing your ironing to. Household chores whizz by in a veritable firework display of guitar wizardry. And just to prove that it wasn’t all put together by unfeeling robots on computers in a lab somewhere in California (actually it was David Wrench in Bethesda) here is Y Niwl in hot live action.