What the world needs now is love sweet love. Or Shandon’s Stout. Or the unexpected return of Margaret Thatcher as Great Britain’s first democratically elected zombie prime minister. Or another lo-fi two plus one dream pop band from Cincinnati with barely concealed garage rock undertones.
But at least we do have another lo-fi two plus one dream pop band from Cincinnati with barely concealed garage rock undertones and they even have a name. Leggy. Leggy by name and noisy by nature or so these six songs would suggest anyway and, with strident ambition much to the fore, this forthright band steal all the reverb they can get and just let loose.
Consequently, the sentimentality that underpins “High Heeled Shoes” soon gets used as fuel for the alienation rocket. The song might be candyfloss coated but it soon reaches the orbit of the planet called John Waters. Picking the best from the rest, “Alexander” is so jagged, both lyrically and in performance, that it should not be sold to anyone under the age of sixteen and “Honey” takes a metaphorically oblique approach to the kind of activities that might take place a motel and, in all likelihood the Bates Motel at that. Leggy are darker than you might expect but they haven’t lost their sense of humour during that journey into the shadows.
Available from Bandcamp with a limited number of cassettes available.