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Poolside

About Poolside

Poolside's opening guitar notes and throbbing Moog immediately fuel that tension created in anticipation of great Indie Pop assaults -- the kind that set fire to juvenilia and watch it burn. There's nothing intentionally remedial or uber-cuddly going on here -- cranky vintage guitars are aggressive, not flaky. Burning keys, and driving beats spend the majority of their time getting you fired up for densely overdriven choruses with call-and-response male/female singing and nostalgic, teenaged hooks (think Wedding Present's Watusi). Fans of Stereolab's kinetic flame or the Aisler Set's Noise Pop flirtation should love this.

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Poolside

Poolside's opening guitar notes and throbbing Moog immediately fuel that tension created in anticipation of great Indie Pop assaults -- the kind that set fire to juvenilia and watch it burn. There's nothing intentionally remedial or uber-cuddly going on here -- cranky vintage guitars are aggressive, not flaky. Burning keys, and driving beats spend the majority of their time getting you fired up for densely overdriven choruses with call-and-response male/female singing and nostalgic, teenaged hooks (think Wedding Present's Watusi). Fans of Stereolab's kinetic flame or the Aisler Set's Noise Pop flirtation should love this.

About Poolside

Poolside's opening guitar notes and throbbing Moog immediately fuel that tension created in anticipation of great Indie Pop assaults -- the kind that set fire to juvenilia and watch it burn. There's nothing intentionally remedial or uber-cuddly going on here -- cranky vintage guitars are aggressive, not flaky. Burning keys, and driving beats spend the majority of their time getting you fired up for densely overdriven choruses with call-and-response male/female singing and nostalgic, teenaged hooks (think Wedding Present's Watusi). Fans of Stereolab's kinetic flame or the Aisler Set's Noise Pop flirtation should love this.

About Poolside

Poolside's opening guitar notes and throbbing Moog immediately fuel that tension created in anticipation of great Indie Pop assaults -- the kind that set fire to juvenilia and watch it burn. There's nothing intentionally remedial or uber-cuddly going on here -- cranky vintage guitars are aggressive, not flaky. Burning keys, and driving beats spend the majority of their time getting you fired up for densely overdriven choruses with call-and-response male/female singing and nostalgic, teenaged hooks (think Wedding Present's Watusi). Fans of Stereolab's kinetic flame or the Aisler Set's Noise Pop flirtation should love this.