Poolside

Poolside's opening guitar notes and throbbing Moog immediately fuel that tension created in anticipation of great Indie Pop assaults -- the kind that set fire to juvenilia and watch it burn. There's nothing intentionally remedial or uber-cuddly going on here -- cranky vintage guitars are aggressive, not flaky. Burning keys, and driving beats spend the majority of their time getting you fired up for densely overdriven choruses with call-and-response male/female singing and nostalgic, teenaged hooks (think Wedding Present's Watusi). Fans of Stereolab's kinetic flame or the Aisler Set's Noise Pop flirtation should love this.