Powerpop records should
only be released in the Summer. I’m not
kidding. It’s an unequivocal, scientific
fact* that the kind of jangly noise made by your typical powerpop beat combo is
best appreciated between late May and early September. Or in the UK, that weekend in mid-August when
the drizzle is slightly warmer than usual. Harmonies, big choruses and songs about
unrequited love make way more sense in the sunshine. I blame the Beach Boys.
The Tearaways have got the
timing just right. If you’re looking for
something to play in the car on that road trip to the coast, then look no
further. Backyard BBQ soundtrack? Ditto. Headphone
listening on the beach? Do I need to
tell you again? “DW
Hofner, Martin Gibson, Ludwig Rickenbacker, Earle Hammond & Vox Fender,
ESQ”, in spite of its lumpy title, is distilled, bottled sunshine. And it’s OK to apply it liberally.
So, who are the Tearaways? Powerpop royalty, that’s who. They’ve been shaking their Paul McCartney 1966 hairdos since 1981, picking up admirers like Tom Hanks and Rodney Bingenheimer on the way. Even Piers Morgan is a fan. I’m not sure how I feel about that. With all that history they should be damn good, right? They are. And so is this album.
These boys are music fans. Sorry - music nerds. “…Esquire” is littered with references to their fave raves – in fact, the opening track “Bash” is pretty much a list of cool pop-rock bands and albums. It doesn’t end there – scattered throughout the record are references, quotes and flourishes from stuff they like. It never fails to raise a smile.