I’m immediately reminded of KLEENEX, perhaps because of the quirkiness, but it’s a little less stilted. It’s straightforward, mid-tempo, jangly, and heavy on vocal harmonies. And with the competing male/female vocals, it was definitely made for me. Worth looking for.
Punk in the way that Devon Williams took OSKER on their final album, and the direction he went in with LAVENDER DIAMOND and his solo projects. Subtle guitars with ethereal lyrics of heartbreak and aspirations delivered in that soft but so piercing and direct Dean Wareham manner. The guts are personal and honest, reminiscent of the more subtle tracks from the ACKLEYS’ canon.
The debut EP from the SLUGS, a shambolic UK duo putting a post-millennial spin on the whole post-riot grrrl, Slampt Records-adjacent sound of the mid-’90s (think KENICKIE, GOLDEN STARLET, LUNG LEG, that sort of thing). To that end, there’s a track titled “Girly Gang” on the B-side that’s essentially a sing-song, tongue-in-cheek response to tired “girl in a band” tropes, and which functions as a pretty representative glimpse into where these SLUGS are coming from. Each of the EP’s five songs follow a fairly simple formula of scrappy and jangling three-chords-or-less guitar backed by haltingly bashed-out drums, with both members singing/shouting together and over each other about mostly practical concerns (dealing with creeps, not wanting to be touched, generally being pissed-off), but marked by a certain twee playfulness thanks to the sugar-sweet delivery—the lighter side of the modern boy-girl revolution.
I came into this record not familiar with the SLUGS, but from the first track it took me back to a time when I would listen to the MOLDY PEACHES and a bunch of lo-fi indie pop. Mind you, where the PEACHES were a little unhinged and wild, these two British girls are more cheeky and adorable in a very bedroom pop kind of way. One member plays drums, the other guitar/bass, and they both sing line for line with each other on basically every moment of the record. This approach, youthful songwriting mixed with clean, clear production, creates quite a bit of charm (and takes the whole thing out from under the lo-fi banner). The band didn’t pull the album title out of their ass either: each song goes for a different feeling, even if sometimes they can be too precious to pinpoint what that feeling is aside from “cute.” Still, there are some very catchy moments, interspersed with some clever bits that betray a band with more depth than one would initially assume them to have. The whole endeavor gave me an “I don’t wanna grow up” feeling that I can certainly identify with, and though not the most memorable record I’ve heard, it’s not forgettable either. I hate to use the term, and I use it as much as a compliment as it can be, but this record is nice. Just nice as hell. It’s not gonna kick your ass/change your life and it may be a little too breezy, but goddamn, it’s nice.
