Album Review: Food Court - Smile At Your Shoes

As presented here, 'punk' can also be a happy buzzy thing. It's that scruffy hound that bounds up to you in Camperdown Park like it's known you forever, but can probably just smell last night's kebab on your Cons. There may be a little surf in the fuzz Food Court purvey, but in the simple desires of I Want You or the frown of She's Away what they make is pop music with no embarrassment about the frayed edges showing. Apparently, they dream of “selling out for six figures and a Coles ad”. Make it so.