Gaining a chunky amount of intrigued murmurs for their mangled '60s pop/'80s fuzzgaze, September Girls (named after a Big Star track covered by sonic ancestors and blatant inspirations the Bangles) saunter into the face of 2014 unencumbered by grief or dogged by the ghosts of 2013. It's a powerful position to be in, being a new(ish) name; they have the power to set the bar high.

The five-piece Dublin outfit's noise shares a bunk with PINS' racket. It's jangly, woozy and there's a gurt swinging pair of balls on display like a placard bearing the slogan "fuck all y'all". They're not channelling testosterone-fuelled punk nitro like the aforementioned PINS, rather the cajones September Girls flaunt send them down experimental alleys; there's an apathy to outsider's viewpoints. The music on their debut LP Cursing The Sea, while elasticated - in the sense it can be stretched into one of a number of genres or time periods - isn't created with the anxious mindset of pandering to others or critics or a fanbase. They love the Bangles, so they'll make music in that style. Hell, Kurt Cobain famously tried to rip off the Pixies and it turned out alright for him.

There's a fascinating intellectualism/mindfuckery going on during Cursing The Sea: it's sugar-coated sweetness with a psych-haze CS gas drizzle. It's unnerving as you're not quite sure where it's going to go next - it is unnerving, to a degree, but also an intrinsic part of their appeal. In a blurry world where fuzzpop and reverby guitars are a dime a dozen, it's refreshing to have people doing something outside of the box. Rather than using '60s pop to be bubblegum nostalgics like She & Him or the bitter '80s guitars to be raucous post-punks like Savages, they're tightrope-tiptoeing the thin line between the two. There's gorgeous psychedelic harmonies, the bony, angular caress of six-string torment and lo-fi slackerpunk production values. It all feels very dusty and decrepit, like you've just uncovered some long-forgotten gem in Oxfam. You can almost smell musty cardboard.

'Someone New' is scuzzy. Grinding neo-grunge antics congeal around classic Blondie-style voices - the pirahna-darting vocal lines weave, occasionally one will take the lead as others harmonise like it's The Little Mermaid. There's a folk hymn underneath distorted rust on 'Green Eyed', doomy flamenco on 'Heartbeats' and gothic new wave in 'Money'. While there's an overlaid 'tone' to the whole record, there's room for subtle stylistic variety which makes for a thoroughly interesting listen. In nigh every cut there's a sublime melody to be dug up, perfectly capable of burrowing into that spot in your ears just beyond your finger's reach. 'Daylight' is basically Katy Perry stuck in the Poltergeist TV, for instance.

Cursing The Sea is not reinventing the wheel. September Girls pilfer, whether deliberately or accidentally, lots of little fragments from other artists - there are multiple occasions when you'll need to double check it's not a Warpaint B-side - but that's okay. Nothing's original nowadays anyway.

The band were kind enough to provide us with some exclusive photos (by Jeannie O'Brien) taken during the album cover shoot.