Shout Out Louds: They’ll have hair and bare feet
It seems that summer has got to me. Eschewing my normal desire for the moody and the sombre I’ve gone and bought an album brimful of sun-soaked pollen-flecked melodies and ice cream sticky Indie jangliness. In fact, Our Ill Wills from Swedish The Shout Out Louds will be my summer album, akin to Bernard Black’s summer girl:
“I’ve got to get a girlfriend, just for the summer, until this wears off. She’ll be a summery girl. She’ll have hair. She’ll have summery friends who know how to be outside. She’ll play tennis and wear dresses and have bare feet, and in the autumn, I’ll ditch her, because she’s my summer girl!”
I’ve not read another review of this yet, but if opener ‘Tonight I Have to Leave it’ hasn’t been likened to The Cure’s ‘In-between Days’ then I’ll imbibe a tube of factor 15 Ambre Solaire (or something).
There are probably more things I could say about this album but me mate has just called for a kick-about in the rec.
So stick these on and open up the windows to get some air in:
Get a summer fix from this lot here