Admittedly, on paper it doesn't look great. Between a name dying to be emblazoned in hot pink neon and a remarkable fixation on sultry synthesizers, at a glance that Canadian duo New Look appear little more than a throwback; you'd be forgiven for predicting a cloying, hairspray-scented time-vacuum hardly worth a roll of the eyes, let alone a rolling-up of the blazer sleeves. The reality of their eponymous debut album however, is pleasingly to the contrary.

Well, sort of. It is – in some respects - eyebrow-raisingly 1980s; but thankfully, rather than cynical “isn't-old-shit-great” marketing, you get the real deal – genuine, Sixteen Candles-grade-80s. On 'Teen Need', frontwoman Sarah Ruba coos – in sticky-sweet postergirl tones - “Do you want my number? / I'll be waiting by the phone / We were meant to be together / I already know” and it's like every 1980s teen movie High School prom scene has happened at once. To you. And you got the girl, (even if bandmate and occasional Oliver Sim-soundalike Adam Pavao is the lucky chap in reality).

When New Look skip, doe-eyed and flirtatious into this sort of unabashed 80s teen pop, the album is unstoppably infectious. Pastel colours bleed from the speakers from the handclaps of opener 'Nap on the Bow', through the jerky 'A Light' and onto the disco-ball synths of 'So Real'. This is not however, simply an album of gimmickry; the duo don't simply deal in cookie-cutter vintage but actually cut a fine – albeit less immediate – shape, with vaporous electronic moments like the ethereal 'Numbers', and the fairly self-explanatory 'The Ballad', where the firm vectors of the duo's spring-loaded analogue synths temporarily bleed into swirling pads and crisp pop vocals become foggy, breathy sighs.

Between throbbing keys from Adam Pavao and gorgeous, girl-next-door vocals from Sarah Ruba, it seems like New Look have successfully balanced their sound in a way so few acts achieve on their debut. Their unfortunate choice of monicker may see them lose a lot of google searches and column inches to their high street namesake, but New Look's crisp, understated electronics, and coy, eyelash-fluttering vocals help finish the sheen on an effortlessly brilliant debut LP that breathes intimacy and modernity into an oft-plundered decade.