Somewhere in the depths of suburban America, there must be a band generator pumping out all these vaguely similar, mid-level hype bands. The ingredients are always drawn from the same base of skinny jeans, jaunty melodies, rock and roll and topped with the standard adjective animal name. Still, it’s probably best to enjoy it whilst it lasts, and Woozy Viper certainly sound like they’re having a fun time making their post-modern take on the halcyon days of rock and roll. Having The Beatles as the sole entry in their MySpace top friends is somewhat of a misnomer – The beach Boys would’ve been more fitting, perhaps.
This is Black lips with the venom, perhaps ironically, taken out, the tunes sweetened up and the jagged edges sanded down. It’s a concotion so brilliantly honed that it barely even matters, their swinging pop music still delivering in spades, the kind of mess that you’d be pretty happy to see as a support act at pretty much any gig. The themes are as simple as you’d imagine, with tracks about girls made in the aural equivalent to primary colours, broad strokes painted in a rush. Obviously, they’re brilliant at it, but it’s just a pity for them that everyone else at the moment seems to be, too.