Leonard Rossiter
Last year, Leonie Clements met the marvellously moustached Ross Newell and talked his ear off about music. After a while they thought it might be quite a splendid idea if they formed a band. Being quite unable to sum themselves up, Leonard Rossiter declared themselves to be thus: "a very rarefied and highly elastic pop combo believed to permeate all space, including the interstices between the particles of matter, and to be the medium whose vibrations constitute light and other electromagnetic radiation".
The band cited their influences to range from The Shipping Forecast to Mr Kipling, with a bit of Serge Gainsbourg, TransPennine Express and nuclear bunkers inbetween. If truth be known, they favour long convoluted discussions halfway up staircases. They love writing music and they don't like any of their songs to sound the same. They like finding magic in tedium and tedium in magic. They see themselves more of an art project than a band (Leonard likes fiddling about collage). Rossiter likes tea without sugar and casual voyeurism - he makes and directs short films inbetween music.
Leonard is partial to full moons, dada and pickled onion space raiders, being very careful not to spill any crumbs on the band's prized kiddy-sized eighties yamaha keyboard or little Moog Rogue. They now have their grubby mitts on four keyboards which is really quite greedy for two people. 
They've been described as "quintessentially British" by Sam Walker from BBC Introducing on Radio Manchester, and Tom Robinson rather liked them too when he played them on 6Music. Someone else rather clever with words said they sounded a bit like Campbell and Lanegan trapped in a dystopian phantasmogoria...or David Lynch running the waltzers on the fair at Hough End...or a tea room gone wrong.
Listen, maybe you can describe them better: