The poker-faced, jeans-wearing trio Bar Italia are back. Thus far, and across a sparse and steady stream of largely digital singles and albums - with grainy, Photo Booth and MS Paint-style visual editing to boot - they've managed to summon a strange form of mysterious, but relationally sad Britishness in their music. In our opinion they're often mis-touted as a shoegaze act, so we hope their latest LP and first-time Beggars release Tracey Denim here dispels that myth. Whether getting at the just-out-of-reach noughties blindspot nostalgia of Tracey Beaker, or nodding to the depressive relic-making of Tracey Emin, one fact remains: this is Bar Italia's most refined work yet, taking their increasingly emo sound to its most logical conclusions, while demonstrating mastery over the same boxy, warped naivete that has always defined them.