I have had many conversations with people about the merits of American funk artists, Vulfpeck. My great admiration for the band, which formed in 2011, began because my good friend’s boyfriend asked me if I had heard of them. At that time I hadn’t, but it didn’t take me long to search up Vulfpeck. Upon researching them, I realised that Jack Stratton and his counterparts were going to be taking my Spotify hostage – for a long time.

With a total of six works – four EPs and two albums under their belt – I had plenty to listen to and fall in love with. Vulfpeck has this way of always staying true to their aesthetic and image, while simultaneously keeping you constantly surprised.

When you watch a Vulfpeck video, the vintage vibes and hipster outfits worn by Stratton and crew are clear indicators of the band’s brand. But when you listen to their album track-by-track you’re constantly kept on your toes, with the volume of your music system up. Whether it be the sudden use of a recorder or a guy with a German accent starting off the song with a voice over, every Vulfpeck song is new and fresh but still has fluid and ties to the last.

I think that this is what music is supposed to do – keep you guessing, but also give you accents of familiar comforts and as music is an accompaniment to life, it makes perfect sense for Vulfpeck to give us these same things.

The band’s latest album, The Beautiful Game, was released in 2016. Some say it pays respects to and brings back aspects of old-school soul, but I somewhat disagree. I think Vulfpeck plays a beautiful game that’s all it’s own – and a little bit of individuality in this world holds a lot of power. If you need to be reminded of that, listen to Vulfpeck.