MINDS, THE: Plastic Girls: CD

May 20, 2008

Equidistant from the Briefs (using patented bounce technology) and the Epoxies (keyboards, but with a dude singing), but on a triangle’s corner all by themselves, I’ve played Plastic Girls upwards of fifty times since it arrived in the mail. Instead of the sheen wearing off, and reaching for Hit after Hit to get my Briefs fix, I find myself getting addicted to the Minds. The twelve songs fit nicely together, there’s an overwhelming TV Smith lock’n’load feel to all the songs (they also cover the Adverts’ “My Place”) that give them substance, weight, and blast where some of the more new wavey-inclined bands rely on lazier look-at-me, I’m-touching-the-keys-and-looking-sexy isms. What helps tie it all down is the fact that Cera Bella Palsy’s keyboard finds a way to wind through every song, and not merely as a garnish, but as the circulatory system to many of the tunes. Excellent stuff. Not as derivative as the first listen may lead you to believe. Smash! Smash! Smash! 

 –todd (Dirtnap)