The Spinto Band make perky indie rock that sounds like a circus unravelling. In Moonwink's unusual, happy humankind, barroom pianos bounce, sprightly scales twang from guitars, and drums rat-tat-tat with the energy of a Tango-fuelled toddler. Given that this is the Delaware band's one-seventh album, their exuberance is honourable. Several bursts by and by, however, and you're reaching for the pacifier. That's not to say that there's craft in the madness. Summer Grof sounds like a fabulous single, being blessed with a simple tune that burrows into the brain. The Black Flag could be a confounded Wheezer definitive, while the mournful fanfares at the start of They All Laughed, and lyrics about the momentary nature of success, intimate some nicely melancholy undercurrents. The Spinto Band should prey on them; a little more shadow against sparkle could make their sun burn even brighter.
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