HatchieBy her own admission (in a recent interview promoting her successful debut US tour) Brisbane's Harriet Pilbeam (Hatchie's real name) hasn't suffered heartbreak or hardship or any of those things that often score defiant anti-pop stars some lyrical cred points.
But simply falling in love and drifting along is enough to create a five-tracker of utterly charming, bubbly dreampop soaked with an everlasting waterfall of indie guitar that's guaranteed to quench your thirst for '80s jangle.
As Hatchie ponders, "Do you even care about me?" Sure rides a similar sensual melody to Chrissie Hynde's Adding The Blue. Sleep puts you square in Pilbeam's bedroom as the walls fall away in slow motion, revealing nothing but sun-kissed clouds while Cocteau Twins and My Bloody Valentine posters get caught tumbling in the wind.
It's not all scarless romance, Pilbeam's brow finally furrows on Bad Guy but it could quite easily have come from the same sessions of the rest of this rather gorgeous record.
