Those rose-tinted memories of yesteryear have been usurped by gloriously crystalline ones.
Naming your decade-overdue record after a long-defunct venue shows that guitar pop heroes Dollar Bar are stuck in the past. Paddington Workers Club also proves that the past was bloody good. Sure, the boys are spread all over the east coast, are older and (arguably) wiser – but this less-than-half-hour album is timeless, a Delorean for the ears. The acerbic lyrics lay their subjects bear with a twinkle in the eye (Hipster Mental Ward, Everyone's Everyone's), the hooks bristle effortlessly (Half The Battle) and those rose-tinted memories of yesteryear have been usurped by gloriously crystalline ones.