#1299 Girls - Father, Son, Holy Ghost

Impossibly beautiful poppy indie rock, all swirling with gossamer and silk, full of guitar shoulders to sink into forever and ever. It uses up most of its best idea in its first half though, and after the climax of Vomit (fun phrase!) all that's left is a sensitive little protagonist that has by then grown a little Kevin Barnes-pathetic and a little tiresome. If you're feeling vulnerable and sad this might be just the ticket, but otherwise be prepared to duck out of the party when things get a little Lesley Gore 3.5/5