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The Loves – Technicolour (Fortuna Pop!)

The Loves long time coming second LP sees your favourite starry-eyed three girl/three boy pop action gang embarking on a mini-psychedelic odyssey. The trip begins with the slow-burn build up and luxurious ‘Pale Blue Eyes’ twinkling guitar of seven minute opener ‘Je T’aime Baby’. As its final chords melt you open your eyes to find yourself firmly ensconced in The Loves’ Technicolour world, one in which songs whisk in, swirl about deliciously, then are gone, leaving you blinking.

‘Technicolour’ takes Velvety six-stringed caresses, sugar-rush garage pop, swinging Ye Ye girlyness and growly Nuggets blues and bakes them according to The Loves secret sweetie-beat recipe. It’s a sugar high of a trip. There’s the careening, all hands on deck organ wig-out of ‘I My She Love You’ (a cute vocal nod to De La Soul’s ‘Me, Myself and I’?), the elaborate skanking, Spectoresque confection that is ‘She’ll Break Your Heart…Again’, Eddie Cochrane candyfloss topped with knowing Birkinesque breathiness on ‘Honey’, and ‘Summertime’ a lip-smacking slice of girls in the garage bubblegum which is the louchely breezy sound of out-of-control-picnics and laughing at the colours in the park.

Half-way through the album, out of your mind on sugar crystals, you’ll swear blind that ‘Jazz My Bads (For JT)’, a close relation to ‘No Friend Of Mine’ by The Sparkles, is a long-lost psyche track that slipped down the back of Lenny Kaye’s sofa. Then, just as you’re cutting a rug to those cutely snarling guitar breaks, ‘So Sad’ comes along. You could waltz to this if you knew how to waltz, but then you’d have to look lively when the gospel boogie coda kicks in.

Outer space spangly noises usher in ‘How Does it Feel To Be Loved’, a psyche-baroque wonder that conjures Brian Wilson on a merry-go-round. In Paris. In the springtime. It’s so very short and sweet that it can’t fail to be anything but perfect. Feeling tired and emotional and on a sugar crash? Well, The Loves even include their own sway-along anthem. ‘Gimme gimme the good times’ they sing as blooms of brass burst forth.

Simon Love’s magpie knack of plucking the tastiest, juiciest titbits from pop history remains immaculately intact. A Rita Lee quote on the album cover tells it how it is, “We’ve heard it all and we’ve used it all.” Sweet!

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