Coming pressed up as one of those faux-7” single CDs, the Parkers do indeed encapsulate all that was good about the era of vinyl – 2 minutes of high-energy guitar jangle which could be the Kinks on speed, or the Buzzcocks’ acute ear for a hook crossed with modern day tykes like the Fratellis or Pigeon Detectives. That’s Come On Boy’ while ‘Kill The Headlights’ has if anything a more insistent hook but ‘Come on Girl’ – stretching to over three (count ‘em!) dreamy minutes – is a string-drenched weepie with a ketamined-out Phil Spector at the controls, like Snow Patrol DNA spliced with that of the Beach Boys.
