Jagwar Ma are bringing back baggy. Remember baggy, that much-mocked genre? It happened circa 1988-9 and was the second significant wave of indie dance music to emerge since/out of punk. The first wave happened 10 years earlier, was tied in with the dark, dour postpunk era and, as a consequence, was supremely uptight and (in)tense – bands such as Talking Heads over there and A Certain Ratio over here exploring clubland's heart of darkness. Funk noir, they called it.
A decade later, perhaps because of different social conditions, maybe due to superior drugs, the indie dance du jour, on the back of acid house, was more fluid and languid, less uptight than laidback, inviting more loose-limbed dancing and clothing to match. Hence the term that went with the music, the scene, the (Madchester) movement, the one inspired by the Stone Roses circa Fools Gold and Happy Mondays.
But Jagwar Ma are not from Salford, they're from Sydney. One of them was in a band called Ghostwood, the other in Lost Valentinos, but that won't tell you much, nor will the fact that one of them "helped produce" a Foals album. Their shared love of Joe Meek, J Dilla and Conny Plank is obviously designed to entice but is hardly representative of what's on offer here. More reflective of their work is the fact that they spent the summer holed up in an abandoned chateau in France, surrounded by sunflower fields and in earshot of a local hardcore dub sound system.