Piroshka - Brickbat

"From the crushed and pulverised skulls of our conquered enemies rises the promise of a new dawn," Miki Berenyi grins. "OK, no, maybe keep it simple. Clean slate, fresh start - it's all about the music." From four individual parts, with distinct musical pasts but also overlapping histories, a new unified chapter begins with Piroshka and the quartet's thrilling debut album Brickbat. The album is named after the word for a missile, which nails the record's heavyweight lyrics if not the music's gorgeous, bittersweet and euphoric pop. Think of Brickbat as a wolf in sheep's clothing - which suits the name Piroshka, the Hungarian take on the wolf-terrorised fairytale hero Little Red Riding Hood - a subtle nod, too, to a certain red hairdo that stood out in the 1990s Brit-guitar-pop scene