This disc is not only exciting, it is singable, listenable, and crammed with dirty secrets to clog your mind’s jewelry box, like jewels crusted in garbage.
Sounding like later Dinosaur Jr. and the quiet moments of Superchunk, Pinehurst Kids are so enjoyably textbook indiepop that everyone will surely love them.
More handclaps like the Bay City Rollers, ‘cept no spelling, cuz Tyler doesn’t wanna teach ya to spell. Tyler’s here to rock ya. He’s still pissed off tho’…
It’s anthemic but not macho and knuckleheaded, it’s melodic but doesn’t sacrifice grit, it’s lessons well-learned from older brothers showing kids the ropes.
The Klaws aren’t borin’ and rockabilly bands usually don’t write songs about panty sniffin’ and surf bands don’t really write songs with lyrics. Dig my six!