Few bands have done the indie-pop thing so well and so literally in recent years, with such knowing humour and melodic mischief, and The Loves are seemingly getting better and better at it. This single sees them going deeper and deeper into literal pop sounds, and the results are fantastic.
Opening track here, One-Two-Three, rolls in pop heaven with irresistible call and response vocals and chugging guitars, and the B-sides are equally ace. In Chelsea Girl, Simon Love's co-singer Jenna belts out the lines with the sultry emotion of a lost girl-group chanteuse, all teary-eyed, beatific and grand, while When I get My Gun and a cover of Jonathan Richman's Pablo Picasso are so fitting of the band, quaintly fun-filled, sparklingly musical and smilingly epic.
The Loves are one of pop's best long-term secrets, and long may they continue to reign in the underground desert. Judging by these sounds, there's no more romantic place.
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