Batwings Catwings, Radio.
A-side of the band’s new EP is nostalgic, as I am, for songs that sounded like they belonged on the radio. “I want to listen to the radio,” they sing, with the same earnest appreciation for the medium which led Elvis Costello to dub it “a sound salvation” or The Raspberries to covet a “hit record yeah…” Which is to say not entirely earnest. It’s craving an experience partly because it’s dead and cool. There’s little elaboration, just a winsome, wonder-filled wishiness. The quasi-slick production, with insistent punk undercurrent, fits the desire exactly.