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Math and Physics Club

Weekends Away E.P.

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Matinee Recordings

 

 

If springtime sunshine hasn’t yet reached your corner of the world it soon will. If you’re still trapped in the cold dark grasp of winter and can only dream of summer days, bathed in warm rays, soft, gentle breezes and long soothing evenings sipping chilled drinks on the patio then this record is just what you need. From the opening chimes of the title track the mood is set, it’s uplifting, it’s heart warming, it’s an indie kids heaven. Reminiscing about the halcyon days of our youth is always a winner, when summers were longer and hotter, people were happier and days were endless adventures of life and love and happiness, and this record has it all by the bucket load.

Through the up tempo jingle jangle of ‘Weekends Away’ to the poignant ‘Sixteen and Pretty’ the listener is captivated, the imagery is so vivid, so detailed, yet I challenge any of you to listen to this record and not see yourself in the place of the subject matter...

‘I’m kissing my first kiss, I’m wishing my first wish...’

‘Love, Again’ is an endless run of chiming arpeggios crafted around a tale of hopeless optimism, that leaves you wondering if optimism can ever be hopeless. Closing the record is ‘When We Get Famous’, a clap-along mish-mash of all the three songs that have gone before, a bit of everything in here, and it works well. It’s not a new genre, it’s not pushing any boundaries, but Math and Physics Club are certainly a pure out and out indie force to be reckoned with. They chime like The Lucksmiths, They swoon like The Smiths, they are as infectious as The Housemartins, and craft songs that Bobby Wratten would give his right arm for. This record epitomises all that is good about pure guitar lead pop, it’d be wrong to label it as belonging to a genre which may colour your idea of what it is, but with these sweet tunes, luscious melodies and readily embraceable lyrics you’d be mad to miss out. It’s indie pop with balls, It’s indie heaven.

 

Words by Johnny Mac
 

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