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"Trash-pop" seems like a pretty apt description of the noise from Cincinatti, Ohio's Tweens. Far from being garbage, they monger riotous, garage-flecked '90s rock. You've got classic rock'n'roll, punk and grunge in there too, cajoling sonic forebears such as Hole and The Breeders (whom the supported in the US last year). It's not rubbish music, but it is trashy - bratty, bawdy, tawdry, lo-fi, potholed and pockmarked. Tweens are dribbling, gibbering spit-flicking, grazed-elbow, snot-nosed and tantrum-prone. Tweens is a stretch. Toddlers may be more fitting. Regardless, it's bamboozlingly frenetic. It's vigorous hi-caffeine rock. This is the musical equivalent of a Red Bull enema.

(That's a good thing, promise.)

'Be Mean' is their calling-card cut. Their guitar licks jut out at surreal angles and sticksman Jerri Queen channels his inner octopus to thrash everything in sight - it's definitely loud, and definitely chaotic. "I want you to be mean!" singer/yowler Bridget Battle howls over the hubbub, begging for rage and ego, echoing The Offspring's magnum opus 'I Want You Bad'. 'Bored In This City' is a thematic relative of 'City Grrrl' by CSS, with vocals reminiscent of Pintandwefall. It scrapes along, with Battle caterwauling, lamenting her boredom of, presumably, Cincinatti. On 'Girlfriend', Battle's fed up with a clingy dude who won't stop pestering her, and 'Hardcore Boy', conversely, sets out the breed of guy she does want. The songs are simple, unfussy and deal with teenage topics we can all relate too.

Strangely, and perhaps most interestingly, Tweens sound like they were ripped from the '90s. It's not that they have a few nods here and there to the sound of two decades ago, it's more than that. Their attitude is part Spice Girls-'girl power'-type furore and part Sonic Youth snarl (though they're probably more indebted to The Ramones than either of those two acts). Their Facebook profile provides more insight - "The band cites Bay Area punks The Donnas, The Trashwomen and the Bobbyteens as influences." They're also labelled 'bubblegum badass' and feature titbits from girl gang and riot grrrl, apparently. They've also dubbed themselves 'doo-wop', so we might not be able to trust them entirely...

The principal downside of the record is that they don't appear to care for shaking up their formula of: loud + fast = good. We don't flock to Tweens for their pondersome nature or pensive streak, and their knack for grubby pop-rock is wonderful, but at the same time, it doesn't sustain itself over the full LP. This is generally because there's no white space to cleanse your ear-palate, and everything blurs gloopily into one prolonged barrage of volume; at a certain point, you wonder why they don't just dial it back. This happens briefly on 'Stoner', and towards the end 'Want U' shakes up the pace somewhat, but even that's loud and distorted too (though it's a great track).

The best way to experience the delinquent Tweens is in measured doses. A little here, a little there does wonders, where relentless punk cacophony deadens the impact. Tweens is brilliant however, a rip-roaring twist on a worn-out recipe that should pique the interest of even the most disillusioned punk/garage/'90s fan. It's a gorgeously facetious record that succinctly sums up a breadth of adolescent issues; this is the kind of record you'd play when you 'rents were out, or when you've just been dumped, or when your younger sibling got you into trouble and you're sulking. So not just for the youths then.