With all things Indie and C-86 on It Starts With a Birthstone given The Plastic Shoelaces's Song of the Day status time to go back a few months to horses of a similar colour, Richmond, Virginia's Young Scum. I posted their wonderful track Wasting Time the fabulous precursor and now the opening song on the band's eight track, eponymous mini-album, their third in all, which came out this time last month.
Young Scum clearly prefer to keep things short and sweet. After all this stuff is transient, like youth itself, and there are very few musical genres that capture that like jangling Indiepop does. Young Scum do it all very well here, without ever once replicating the giddy heights scaled by Wasting Time. While the co-songs here are spirited it's a reminder of the original inspiration for this stuff. The early Primal Scream never surpassed Velocity Girl after all, The Bodines never quite had anything to match up to Therese, likewise with The Weather Prophets and Almost Prayed. Sometimes bands make definitive statements. Such is the case here.
So, a lesson in life, Indiepop can become a production line just like any other. Alvvays and say Sue Me remain the gauges in respect of this particular genre at the minute, in playing every song, regardless of how brittle, as if it might be their last. Young Scum forget that somehow on the course of this record. Shame. Anyhow, I'll be back with them when December rolls around when I imagine Wasting Time will figure in my Top Ten Songs of the Year.
So, a lesson in life, Indiepop can become a production line just like any other. Alvvays and say Sue Me remain the gauges in respect of this particular genre at the minute, in playing every song, regardless of how brittle, as if it might be their last. Young Scum forget that somehow on the course of this record. Shame. Anyhow, I'll be back with them when December rolls around when I imagine Wasting Time will figure in my Top Ten Songs of the Year.
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