PINS are a Manchester four-piece, all of them women. This might be 2015 but it still seems to be a bit of a novelty for all-girl bands despite The Runaways and The Slits showing in 1977 that there was no reason why women couldn’t do dirty rock’n’roll or F-you punk.
Wild Nights (Bella Union) is the band’s second album, and has been garnering quite a bit of attention in old England. But PINS are pretty much your standard indie rock act, popular in the student bars, and with comparisons to the likes of the Jesus and Mary Chain and Sleater-Kinney.
Oh Lord, for example, is achingly repetitive, humdrum and monotone. That isn’t the best example to use as the album is far more varied. Curse These Dreams is full of jangly riffs and breathy harmonies; hell I think a shoegazing comparison might be coming on. The themes are pretty much as you expect from a bunch of northern upstarts: the lure of being young, of partying and the confessions that arise from this. The title is a giveaway. Again, nothing new, standard stuff in fact, but you can’t fault them.
House of Love isn’t a paen to the brilliantly poetical English band, even though the font used for the track titles is the same one that HoL used on their magnetic debut. Spooky. Instead the song is about a strip club. Wild Nights is an album that is all over the shop, veering from dreamy pop to dirty indie rock, and the quality reflects these swings.