WHIFFS- S/T LP
Some mornings nothing seems to go right. Get out of bed, trip over and break your nose. Get in the shower, the ceiling falls in. Make some toast, accidentally set the house ablaze and watch as all your possessions melt and crumble to rubble, dust and ash. And all before 9am.
The bus that takes you to the job you hate will probably probably late too.
But powerpop was invented for days like this - when all you want is simple (don’t call it ‘dumb’), effortless (don’t call it obvious) joy made by loud guitars and raw-throated voices singing songs of love and heartbreak, shot through with sunshine and melody that’ll make you wanna throw a match in a firework factory and dance as everything explodes around you.
Sound good? The Whiffs have got your back. Eight songs from Kansas City that recall Teenage Fanclub, The Rubinoos, The Undertones, The Shoes and The Pointed Sticks throwing their keys in a bowl and emerging with each other’s best songs. From the sodastream punk of Baby Tonight via the nagging rock’n’roll of She Lies to the gauchely lovelorn thrillride of Backseat, these songs tug at the heartstrings while pumping your endorphins via the most scintillatingly scrappy pop this side of The #1s.
Guaranteed to make your day better, to the power of infinity. Music to fall in love to – immediately after downing a bottle of cheap whisky, pogoing the length of the bar and being sick all down your shirt. Take a whiff indeed.