I like music. I have a band. I’m gonna tell you all about it.
What I look for in rock: guitars, melody, guitars, energy, guitars, and guitars.
Let me tell you about one of the many ways you know you’re old.
When fresh, young bands start revivals of scenes you saw the first time around.
So, lots of stuff coming out of Australia on the rock front these days. I assumed from the label involved, that Woolen Kits were from Melbourne. And while I listened, I was amazed they weren’t from New Zealand.
Anyway, I knew they were from New Zealand (even though they aren’t) from their jangly, gangly, clean lo-fi pop. The stuff that seems to grow so well in the verdant land of mountains and hobbit folk. Reminds me of the (underground) explosion of the Dunedin Sound, Flying Nun Records, all the stuff you should probably know about.
Four Girls is charmingly shambolic, and probably shouldn’t work as good as it does. A couple really good ear worms, and mind worms stick with me for hours after a listen. I often contemplate how if I look good, I feel good, and if I feel good, I get shit done.
I’m thinking that a few more practices, and a few more songs, and they’ll put out a solid album that isn’t nearly as charming as this. But, I’m often wrong. Don’t listen to me. Listen to Four Girls! And come to your own wrong conclusion!