Album review: The Drums - 'Summertime!'
Indian summer arrives in the form of a band to fall in love withMore on The Drums
Probe as we might, though, we can’t see any rotten molars on this fine-fetlocked gift pony. From the innocent/knowing euphoria of the early-Cure-gone-west-coast sunshine pop of ‘Let’s Go Surfing’ via the Jonathan Richman-ish naivety of ‘The Saddest Summer’ to the synth-soaked, John Hughes-soundtrack new romantic crush-angst of ‘I Felt Stupid’, it’s so flawless you almost feel embarrassed for everyone else. And they only formed less than a year ago!
‘Down By The Water’ deftly seduces the moodiness of [a]Black Lips[/a] and the ghostly doo-wop of [a]Grizzly Bear[/a] into a delicious bad-boy and prom-queen tryst down under the boardwalk. ‘Don’t Be A Jerk Johnny’’s sweet gender-battle (“You used to be so pretty/But now you’re just tragic”) is like a less try-hard, less dull [a]Vampire Weekend[/a], while ‘The Saddest Summer’ is the best misleadingly titled evocation of randy summer fun we’ve heard since Eddie Cochran’s ‘Summertime Blues’.
The Bunnymen-gone-new romantic ‘Submarine’ finds a shadow in the sunshine like a plastic-wrapped body on the shoreline and ‘Make You Mine’, for all its sassy rhythms, whistling and falsetto call-and-response is more than just a stylish exercise in ’50s rock’n’roll stylings – when Jonathan Pierce sighs
“I don’t know what to do when/I see you holding someone else’s hand/And I don’t know what to say/Cos when I open my mouth I always sound so stupid”, it’s a god-only-knows-how-sweet evocation of teenage melancholy. This EP couldn’t be any more giddy with promise. Let’s just hope these cads don’t leave us with summer dreams, ripped at the seams…
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