Dreamy, intoxicating surf-pop and Factory Records urban basslines: never the twain shall meet? Only in Brooklyn’s contagious awesome foursome. Hooks to hang your coat on with the potential for Swn-stealing glory – sshh!
It starts with whistling that feels like ice cubes trickling down your back. The bass teases in, like the Shins, but if the Shins grew up on a diet of Factory 12 inches. Vocals, pure surf-lovely vocals: “Oh mama, I wanna go surfing / Oh mama, I don’t care about nothing”. Yeah baby, “Let’s Go Surfing” is fucking awesome.
The Drums play the Moshi Moshi night at Cardiff Dempsey’s on 24 October
You’ll be dreaming about them by Christmas.