By The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart
When new bands go around being compared to MBV or the Mary Chain, you pop the disc in the player in the expectation of a nice, chugging wall of noise with a bit of dark brooding lyricism thrown over the top to add colour (well, black isn't actually a colour, but you get the picture). And OK, in fairness to the Pains of Being Pure at Heart, this is essentially what you get with flip side 'Ramona,' a single riff churned out without much variation, albeit with a splash of organ, and a bit of moody libretto-by-numbers.
But with this band - and on 'Young Adult Friction' in particular - you get a genuine sense of joy that marks them apart from the loud, miserable bastards. For a start, it begins with a groovy kick drum and, when they arrive, those frenetic guitars actually glide around a bit. So does the lead singer, as I recall from his live performance, and so should you if you're a couple of milds to the good, and lucky enough to find this blissfully insistent four minute nugget being spun down at the independent discotheque.
The slightly fragile clarity of vocalist Kip Berman is reminiscent of a superior version of BSP's occasional stand-in, Hamilton. Although this is possibly because the melody seems to chime with that of last year's fondly remembered 'No Lucifer.' But, that said, the harmonies of bandmate Peggy Wang come straight from Asobi Seksu's soaring heights. The positivism of the combination makes a potentially regretful tale of casual fumblings in the public library (where else?) seem like a thrilling romp of youthful energy. Though the repeated fade of 'Don't check me out!' suggests otherwise, I'd recommend you do anything but take their advice.