Golden Grrrls Golden Grrrls

After a couple of singles and a tape, shamblepoppers Golden Grrrls finally have a full-length LP ready for public consumption, and an infectious little concoction it is too. The trio knock out tumbling, busy pop songs with a C86-style unselfconscious abandon which belies the constant stream of inescapable pop hooks which keep sneaking into your frontal lobe and clinging on all limpet-like.

They start as they mean to go on with opener ‘Newpop’ imprinting itself onto your memory instantaneously, all bright boy-girl vocals, nifty little guitar lines with Johnny Marr’s melodic instinct and The Clean’s knowing looseness, quite high pitched basslines like early Cure LPs played at the wrong speed, all tied together by breathless, clattering drums. That’s pretty much the formula for the rest of the album too, so if you like that formula then you’re likely to enjoy the whole thing.