Pinging with warm beats and splashed with giddy loops while at the same time devoted to acoustic guitar and sighing vocals, James Yuill’s debut album has the iffy “folktronica” thing down pat. But that doesn’t mean the London-based multihyphenate is afraid to tackle other terrain. After two songs of aching wistfulness, “No Pins Allowed” rains thick sheets of distorted synths and ups the tempo considerably. It’s still sung as if Yuill were afraid of disturbing a nearby cobweb, but despite a few pregnant pauses, the music screams “dance floor.” A bit of an anomaly, perhaps, though the back-to-back “The Ghost” and “No Surprise” do flirt gamely... More >>>