On the Horizon: Syringes at the Ready, The Vaccines.

A little along the lines of Orange Juice freshly squeezed and drizzled over glistening Phil Spector harmonies, The Vaccines' snapshot bursts of fruitful, serotonin-spurting ramshackle guitar pop ought to have Kapranos drooling through those snaggleteeth. A fairly sterling reason to herald in 60s surf revival-meets-wonked-out homemade distortion, even if they're signed to irritatingly accurate West London label Chess Club Records. Shucks.
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The Vaccines.