You might have already heard of The Pains of Being Pure at Heart. Given that they’ve been blogged within an inch of their lives and have the twee-est name in existence. It also hasn’t hurt the publicity zeitgeist that they’re label mates with Crystal Stilts and constantly compared to Vivian Girls and, yes, they’re from Brooklyn. Now would you believe that their album sounds nearly perfect?
TPOBPAH’s (or Pains for short) self-titled debut has obvious reference points with its jangly Jesus and Mary Chain guitars and Moz-esque lyrics, not to mention shades of the entire Sarah Records back catalogue. Derivative? Hells yes, but when when you’re songs are as infectious and clever as single ‘Young Adult Friction’, I can’t say it’s a problem.
Its hard to single out tracks when a band’s done you the favour of making a 35-minute album. ‘Contender’ and ‘Gentle Sons’ bookend the fizzy pop harmonies of this album in jackets of fuzzy guitar squall – you reach the end itching for the play button. TPOBPAH’s debut is catchier than swine flu and a lot more fun to listen to – if you like super cute noisy pop songs rattling around in your head for days, anyway.
Originally published in The Thousands
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