Cheap Girls - Giant Orange
We dream of a better world, one where 15 repeat spins into a planned 24 play session of Guided By Voices's 'Game of Pricks' the neighbour doesn't come round, pin you to the wall and threaten all manner of uncouth behaviour. Is that so unreasonable, so much to ask? Cheap Girls would understand. That need for loud guitars and songs which, when you cut them open, have hooks that fall and scatter like a rainbow of Skittles on the floor. After oxygen and the occasional crumb, it's all we ask.
Giant Orange is album number three for the Michigan trio, one that continues to prove they have few peers for that whole power pop format, shot through with a honest slug of Buffalo Tom sour mash. The highs are plentiful, no more so than on 'Ruby', a veritable 'Bohemian Rhapsody' of indie rock where, just when you think they can't shoehorn yet another melody into one song, another comes along, destined to burrow deep, deep into the psyche. The nagging 'Communication Blues', road-tested last year on their European tour with Lemuria typifies how they roll and, on the one occasion when they strip things back for an acoustic number, it's just a quick breather before the amps get turned back on and yet more chest-beating anthems. With a functioning respiratory system, a full belly and the company of Cheap Girls life will turn out OK. Cracking stuff.