SOME things follow a simple formula. If you put X in, you get Y out. If you put together a simple, scuzzy bassline, off kilter drums, yelping vocals and cover it all in some lo-fi haze you have something resembling a K Records B side. Pair that with a pair of torn jeans and a plaid shirt and you’ll be on to a winner. Of course, the results of that previous equation most often throw up aimless hipster meanderings. It is not simple, Furrow just make it seem so. The term lo-fi is questionable. Using production values to define a genre is often far too simple an excuse to lather messily constructed melodies in even messier production and pass it off as edgy. The ingredients Furrow use are not groundbreaking. There are shades of Ikara Colt while Rural Town makes like the Fall – a bratty kick of angry pop. Throughout, the drums are straight shed recordings of Unknown Pleasures. You probably could have guessed they practise and record in a caravan in a field. To some it will be free and loose alt rock, to others it will be an unlistenable mush. Whichever camp you fall into will most probably dictate whether or not you feel the duo’s mix of bass, pedals, sampler, loops and drums is brilliant or awful. If your heart is constantly yearning for an unearthly squall of teeth shattering guitar or a yelp of tuneless vocal, dive into Furrow. They’re pretty awesome. Furrow are playing with two of North Wales’ other finest purveyors of raw, abrasive garage noise, Sex Hands and Mowbird, at The Castle Hotel in Manchester on June 19. Listen at furrow.bandcamp.com.