Indie pop has got itself a bit of a bad name in recent times. Or rather the good name of indie pop has been taken in vain by self pitying shoegazers who deem it necessary to infest the clubs of this once great land. However, The Pristines - who have, after all, been around for a quite a long time now - are keepers of the true faith.
Much of this album reminded me of prime period Pastels but that is no bad thing. Music is nothing without a good song and there are plenty of those on show here. The electro pop charm of "When I Promised Not To Cry" was not lost on this Bluesbunny and the quasi sixties psychedelia of "Who to Trust" was likewise a delight. That's part of what of what makes this album so good. All sorts of musical influences season the mix and there is always something in their songs that make you think of other songs. It's that kind of attention of detail that makes you forget other things like the flat, lo-fi sound.
Even though this is a relatively new album, it made me feel quite sentimental, taking me back to the days of dodgy haircuts and fashion ignorance. See, I'm getting all emotional now. A damn fine album.