Red Pants’ second LP lies, sonically, somewhere between early My Bloody Valentine and an undiscovered psychedelic gem from ‘67. The mixing is altogether rusty, but endearing and deliberate; the vocals, meanwhile, coast through with an effective grunge-y sway. ‘When We Were Dancing’ exudes the crude charm of a local band starting out, landing with intimacy and a compelling ‘slacker’ aesthetic. To their great credit, Red Pants never waiver their languid fundamentals: you can practically hear the slow flipping of cassettes and the drawled “this is our break, man”. Well, perhaps it should be. I wrestled with their bizarre sound. I made up my mind. I like it.
A favourite: ‘In the Passing Time’
‘When We Were Dancing’ is out now via @paisleyshirtrecords.