New Zealand week! I'm a huge Mint Chicks fan (RIP) for one, and always found the garagey/pretty sounds coming out of the country agreeable. Let's take a quick tour.
First up, a ragged slab of post-hardcore shouting, sounding exactly as Steve Albini-produced as it, in fact, is. All them thin drums and jagged guitars. The fact that they toured, at various points, with Franz Ferdinand and Blood Brothers also makes a lot of sense: they land about halfway in between those bands on the hooky/screamy polished/falling-to-shit scales without being quite as boring/unlistenable as either.
Vaguely dancable, with a cheeky bit of wit (dig those song titles), this is good, if unremarkable fun - it mostly makes me miss Single Frame who struck the balance better.
Now I'm just listening to Wetheads Come Running. That albums rules.
3.5/5
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