Little Girls explore the seedy and sinister side of new wave on their latest EP.
It’s been a summer of growing pains for Little Girls, Toronto’s fuzziest one-man bedroom band. First Josh McIntyre, the project’s sole proprietor, parted ways with Paper Bag Records over an alleged “legal dispute.” Then he found the courage in his heart to share his blog-buzzed baby with three other souls, expanding his project into a four-piece. And now he’s found a new home with local indie label Hand Drawn Dracula, through which he’s just released Cults, an EP signalling a darker, seedier, new wave-ier evolution for the band.
Now, we know what you’re thinking: “Great, more Cure rip-off tunes for black-clad mopesters to let their mascara run to.” But hear us out. Cults is easy on the pouting and heavy on the evil. It retains the same murky, lo-fi aesthetic as Little Girls’ debut record, Concepts, but the twangy post-punk guitars are dialed down in favour of glacial keyboards and big, reverberating drums. “White Night” sets the dreary tone with a hypnotic disco beat, foreboding chord progression, and distorted vocals as indistinct as the reflection off a greasy lake. “Ex” (streaming above) follows suit, this time with propulsive motorik drums and a sinister guitar counter-melody. McIntyre’s words are smeared and flattened, with nary a discernible lyric, but his message is loud and clear: something really fucking bad is about to go down.
It’s not all doom and gloom, though; on tracks like the My Bloody Valentine–inspired “Nights Out,” McIntyre lets his sunny fuzz-pop sensibilities shine through, indicating light at the end of the apocalypse. And he has good reason to be optimistic; with a meaner sound, a fuller band (which many of these songs sound like they were written for) and strong blogerati support, he’s got us all waiting for his next move with bated breath. These Little Girls are growing up before our very ears.
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