Like seemingly all Glaswegians of the past twenty years, Golden Grrrls pen cloudy, painfully melodic peacoat pop. Sure, the name’s unfortunate (it started as a joke, as these things often do), but it’s also a fairly tidy summary of the way the trio sandblast their melodies on their endlessly playful and playable self-titled debut. Bedroom production and half-distorted guitars rub some of the shine off of co-leaders Ruari MacLean, Rachel Aggs, and Elidih Rodgers’ pop sensibility, and MacLean sings with a kind of foggy, distracted enthusiasm . . .
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