L.A. Girlfriend

Memorial Day just passed and we are now officially in summer. For those of you who live in warm weather climates year round, first off, Fuck you, and secondly you probably cannot really appreciate the wonder that is summer. It is a god damned rebirth, we shed our gigantic winter coats and novelty Tom Brady endorsed Ugg boots and spend the next 3 months in nothing but Speedos, mesh undershirts and a quarter inch layer of Ban de Soleil sun tanning oil. It is our moment, our all too brief moment to feel human. At least until the concrete traps the humidity and the entire city smell’s of piss.

I bring up summer because I have found what is going to be my summer soundtrack, every man needs one, and I am nothing if not an everyman. This year’s winner is the EP Youth by L.A. Girlfriend. It is jam packed with throbbing bass lines, upbeat pop ditties with a hint of melancholy and broken hearts; growing and morphing until the track can no longer contain the tasty goodness before exploding into a cloudburst of electro dance pop goodness.

Whether it is the lo-fi, shoe-gaze feel of the immensely danceable title track, the endless possibilities that rip through Belles of Summer or the sparse wonder of Soul Mate, New Zealand it doesn’t matter. Every song is perfect, there isn’t a misstep in this four-track gem. I hesitate to mention the song Lover because I don’t know if you are ready to have a desperate need to go swimming and have your heart broken by its beauty at the same time. You know what they say:

To avoid cramping it is best to wait a half hour after having your heart broken before going swimming.