MY ELIXIR, MY POISON

Another excellent collection of deft post-rock playing overlaid with the sensual poetry of Emily Gray. This one is a little easier to find than the debut album Indian Ink, and I think is the better of the two, though at points it really is too close to call. The band split up a while after releasing this one after a series of issues (including a disastrous appearance on local television which ended in acrimony all round, when the band got so frustrated by the technical issues affecting their set they simply stormed off in disgust). But for a brief period of time, Oxford hosted a unique post-rock group who had the potential to rival Mogwai, Godspeed You Black Emperor and Sigur Ros for the crown, had they just stuck it out.