Within the depths of Davy Jones’ locker lie treasures so vast that they’d send the most humble and selfless of men scouring to their banks. Luckily, a gem like Little Death has surfaced from the bottom of the sea for all of us to scour over and remind us how great an album can sound.

Just about every CD has that one song that you wait in anticipation for. As the tracks slowly cycle through, you’re constantly skipping parts of songs just to get to the one you’ve been waiting for. Finally, you reach your nirvana and the climatic conclusion of the song gives you chills. You have your fix and you’re finally at ease with the world. Well, the difference between all that and Little Death is that they don’t have a single song like that. Their entire album is composed of bone-chillingness! I haven’t found a single track from this CD that I haven’t over-enjoyed. Pete & the Pirates are another indie-rock band except with some small hints of pop to make it nice and sweet. The group hails from Reading, England and bring a fresh breeze of music along with them.