Haerts

Haerts will make you want to emerge from a pink lit fog with a white fringed leather glove on a single hand - one finger pressed against your lips - saying shhhhhhhhhh.

Their self-titled LP will appeal to thirty-somethings who grew up on a steady diet of John Hughes movies and HI-C Ecto Coolers. It's dramatic enough to be taken seriously and catchy enough to blast out of the t-tops of your Datsun.

And while the album makes me feel the 80's nostalgia it's a consolidation of relevancy in the present. It's almost a mashed up compilation because it incorporates so much of what I love in such artists as Stars, The White Sea, The Naked And Famous, The Horrors, Wildcat! Wildcat!, etc.

...Bands/artists that reference they 80s without it sounding gimmicky.

Three songs off this album in particular just fucking kill me..and they all come back to back to back. 'Wings' makes me want to climb to the top of the rope and gym class and pridefully ring that bell at the top to catch the attention of my junior high crush. 'Hemiplegia' is audible visual of the swatch watch I got for Christmas back in '89. And 'Call My Name' is Streets of Philadelphia meets Cyndi Lauper. It's a fucking trifecta of gloriousness and neon lights.

....Just listen. See if you feelz what I feelz.