12 Songs, 33 Minutes

EDITORS’ NOTES

When the post-punk revival of early-aughts Manhattan (think bands with “The” in their name) yielded to the Brooklyn DIY scene later that decade, Vivian Girls were leading the charge, expertly blending scrappy lo-fi punk with ’60s girl-group harmonies. The all-female trio was also on the front lines of the cesspool that was music blog comment sections, and not incidentally, the group disbanded after their third record. But with Memory, their first record in eight years, they pick up where they left off—namely, rough-around-the-edges garage and surf-rock jams that spiral off into dreamy tangents (perfected on songs like the echoing, reverb-drenched “Lonely Girl”). And they do it all ever so coolly, as if all three rolled out of bed one day and decided to make a comeback album for the hell of it.

EDITORS’ NOTES

When the post-punk revival of early-aughts Manhattan (think bands with “The” in their name) yielded to the Brooklyn DIY scene later that decade, Vivian Girls were leading the charge, expertly blending scrappy lo-fi punk with ’60s girl-group harmonies. The all-female trio was also on the front lines of the cesspool that was music blog comment sections, and not incidentally, the group disbanded after their third record. But with Memory, their first record in eight years, they pick up where they left off—namely, rough-around-the-edges garage and surf-rock jams that spiral off into dreamy tangents (perfected on songs like the echoing, reverb-drenched “Lonely Girl”). And they do it all ever so coolly, as if all three rolled out of bed one day and decided to make a comeback album for the hell of it.

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