Perfect pop that in my ideal world (animals would be neon, Lisa Frank-ized in this world) owns the charts. But since the reality of my life is one where animals are brown and don't do cartwheels in space, I'll have to be content that The Pipettes are a bit of an indie sensation... in the UK at least.
This is the album that the early women of rock and the riot grrls paved the way for: fully liberated sex romp pop music, man-hunting but un-threatened.
"Your Kisses Are Wasted On Me" has the best chorus of any single this year, but "Pull Shapes" is overall the most infectious three minutes on the album. I love these girls.