No question, the Cords’ self-titled debut, coming after a scant run of singles, is a nearly flawless set of female-forward jangle pop, as fresh and tuneful and faintly sardonic as any long-player from Glasgow’s 1980s heyday. Sharp, biting guitar licks slash through sun-through-raindrops melodies. Ebullient harmonies waft around lyrics edged with disdain . . .
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