And we're happy to give some room and plenty of time to them. These two bands are fresh, not a bit selfconcious, highly energetic and cocky - naturally. (Ahhh, the privileges of youth.) Give 'em a shot like we did, open your jaded hearts and ears to these kids and their original work who're on the verge of making a name for themselves. And for once, overrule your cosmopolitan and spoiled tastes to give your critical support to their stage presence and original homegrown stuff. And hey, you're allowed to applaud them on to their way to stardom.

While Red House are anglophiles in view of their lyrics, The Pixels will pixilate your heart and color your ears with songs performed in, yes, Swiss dialect. Still waiting for the next Kleenex? Maybe you've waited long enough.