“FORGET your romance I want to pretend that Jenny Lee Lindberg is my girlfriend.”
When Birmingham indie popsters Swim Deep sung their paean to the Warpaint bassist on last year’s King City, the Californian four-piece must not have known whether to laugh or cry.
With a new album on the horizon, the reference served as a nice reminder of the band after a four-year hiatus.
Conversely, it also suggests that, in the grand tradition of all-female bands, the only record buyers interested in them were teenaged indie boys who may have more on their minds than the group’s deft way with a melody.
All publicity has to be good publicity, though, and by releasing this eponymous sophomore effort in the traditionally quiet month of January, the band seem to be acknowledging the fact that they are yet to make the leap from critically acclaimed to big names, whatever you may have read about this being “one of the most eagerly anticipated albums of the year”.
It’s not bad. In single Love is to Die they’ve crafted a song which is bound to fill indie dancefloors up and down the land and is pleasingly Garbage and Haim-like. It’s good but it’s nothing you’ve not heard before.
That, saddeningly, can be said about much of the album, although there are a couple of exceptions, in Biggy and Disco/Very.
The former, with its squelchy synthesised intro and light as a feather vocals, is compellingly different to anything else on the record. The sequencer-heavy latter references the Pet Shop Boys not just in title alone (Disco and Very are both PSB albums), suggesting a world in which Babes in Toyland and Savages joined up to make an album with Giorgio Moroder at the helm. It’s a bit Yeah Yeah Yeahs but that can only be a good thing. The rest of the record is OK in a My Bloody Valentine/Cocteau Twins/Ride kind of way but unless you are one of those infatuated teenagers it’s unlikely to change your life.
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