the best way to understand Golden Silvers’ magical first album True Romance: it’s a properly soulful liberation. Lovelorn, charmingly eccentric, literate, starry-eyed, earthy and glowing warm with empathy, the ten sun-dappled songs within – built from an unfussy bed of sweet three-part harmonies, keys, bass and drums – are infectious without ever nagging, clever rather than arch and completely their own. “Queen of the 21st Century”, a skewed psychedelic terrace stomp, sits happily with the swaggering, Prince-ly funk of the title track, a trippy, mystical and mediaeval-sounding “The Seed” and the rinky-dink but raucously anthemic “Magic Touch”, all corralled into a giddy, excitable line by a kind of futuristic doo-wop.

 “I know it doesn’t describe much me going, ‘Yeah, we wanted to make it so it sounded great,’” says Gwil, “but that’s what we did. We wanted to approach each song differently, which means people will go, ‘Oh, that’s bonkers.’ But listen to The Beatles’ Revolver. Every song is different and yet it’s a classic. I don’t see why we’ve gone so far backwards that we now just get the same type of song, the same sound all the time.”

Following last years two rapturously-received independent singles (‘Arrows Of Eros’ and ‘Magic Touch / Another Universe’), enthusiastic critics have already compared Golden Silvers to the likes of The Beach Boys, Tyrannosaurus Rex, The Coral, Super Furry Animals and Prince to conjure a description for their brassy, keys-driven psychedelia. Meanwhile, Gwil himself says he always wanted to play piano like Hendrix played guitar (just listen to Golden Silvers’ darkly wiggy “Shakes”) and that when he was learning how to write he studied Dylan like a man possessed. “It’d be beautiful if you could open your mouth and sing like Marvin Gaye but that’s what put me off for so long, the thought I could never do that. But when I started singing Bob I was like, actually...”

But for all the talk of brilliant, instinctive songwriting and classic influences, Golden Silvers are a very modern outfit, as familiar with Metronomy as they are Mystery Jets. They were bred on Erol Alkan’s indie-electro crossover, which the feted DJ began to beckon from his decks at Trash, Golden Silvers’ regular Monday night haunt. They’ve also employed the help of latest producer wunderkind Lexx (Esser, Crystal Castles) to produce their debut album and the band run their own night, The Bronze Club at Hoxton’s Macbeth, where they call on their fellow purveyors of weird, wonderful music to come and play, like The Invisible and Micachu And The Shapes.