Featuring an SEO nightmare of a name, Girls start off their album with a nice retro 50s vibe reminiscent of so many punk bands throughout history. Though this ain’t no punk band–this thing is Cali stoner hipster rock through and through. The second track, a bouncy ditty, plays like something The Monkees might have recorded if their lyrics were written and sung by a horribly desperate drunk. All lo-fi 50s & 60s sunshine on the surface underlined by fucked up regret (and a bit of a potty mouth). This one is certainly a grower, but well worth the investment if you’re willing to put up with some sloppiness and some experimental derivative junk along the way to an unpolished gem of an album.
