South London trio Cold Fins display a love of intricate 60’s pop on their self-titled EP.
As the bright days of May bring in a rare spell of exceptional sunshine, there seems no better sonic backdrop than south London’s hopeless romantics Cold Fins. The bands self-titled 4 track EP seemingly popped out of thin air and landed with a thoughtful and intricate 60’s pop thud into my inner ear.
Opening track Holiday comes on strong with a 60’s jangle pop sparkle and may well be the most carefree summer number you hear this year. Touching on the surf-pop of Brooklyn specialists The Drums the track bounces and weaves through a summer recollection of romance. Wicked Tongue (Anyone but You) is an emotion roller coaster that hits like listening to Californians The Byrds for the first time, a punchy and deeply personal love story tugging on all the right heart strings.
Just past the halfway mark of the EP, Nothing’s dreamy guitar lines snake around the bass in a hypnotic display of nostalgic indie-pop excellence, whilst the vocals shine and sting with all the venom heartbreak brings. Adulthood finishes the release with a broken-down piece of daydream pop, the reflective nature of the lyrics act as a walk down memory lane and a touching way to end a short, sugar-sweet, 4 track foray into the world of London newcomers Cold Fins.
By Karl Johnson