I was going to wholeheartedly recommend this, because every decade needs a new Helen Love, a new Bangs – plus, this bunch match the sheer 60s pop ramalama delight of Ramones to the gorgeously outdated harmonies of Redd Kross or Teenage Fanclub on a song like ‘Hey Hey Ho’ or ‘Bad Girls’, plus the singer just has one of those swoonsome voices it’s impossible to resist, but then I saw this…
And now I’m all like, “Um. Oh. Wait a sec…”
I much prefer this one, anyway.
Whatever. I wish they were playing a sweaty dive near me soon, or even in the next 10 days.
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