Cardigans drawn on a chalk board, sack lunches, algebra books, and paper airplanes populate the album cover. Equipped with handclaps, toy keyboards, and xylophones, this twee five piece out of L.A. present their debut album for the class. That perfect shade of shy awkwardness that reeks of teen spirit is heard throughout the twelve tracks. In the same department as Tiger Trap and Shonen Knife, Sweater Girls employ female harmonies to ride a pink cloud of infatuation and nostalgia, cooing “and my parents don’t know” in the chorus to “Fingers Crossed.” Impressively produced, especially for a debut, with guitar hooks worthy of any gym room dance, Sweater Girls are head of the class. Recommended.
–Kristen K (HHBTM, hhbtm.com)