With the lolling-tongue vocals of TMBG and some of the lyrical silliness of Violent Femmes, The Seymores drop neatly into the category of laughworthy pop.
Hope Nicholls’ larynx-tearing style is strongly reminiscent of The Runaways’ “Cherry Bomb” played through an 8-track player that had a speedball spilled in it.
Singer Dominique Durand add some interest with her British-trained Frenglish, as when she sings, “Eet ees a queek ahnd painless death.” So sweet and powdery.
Powdery, girl-woman vocals drive deep into voluptuous minor chords, evoking something of Elastica, an element of Garbage, and a good measure of Eurythmics.
McCaughan’s slightly falsetto, river-of-angst vocals communicate suburban teen melancholy through a long, slow, dissonant wash reminiscent of empty classrooms.