Perth surf-rockers Thee Gold Blooms have finally coalesced into this jangly recording like the bastard child of Ramones and The Beach Boys.
Lush with melodies sabotaging sunny girl-I-love songs into screeching frustration, their self-titled album is highly strung with rough-hewn, rockabilly sensibility edged by white sand and tequila beer. Short, succinct and high-energy, they do their coast proud with this old-school offering. Stepping into faux-‘70s nostalgia, it doesn’t break for new territory but makes satisfying listening for what it is. Listen to Thee Gold Blooms’ Boogie and Alana, then put your money down.
