As someone who famously dismissed Girls frontman Christopher Owens’ troubled upbringing as a publicity stunt, and whose top friends on Myspace are mostly Alpaca’s, Dominic (surname persistently withheld) has pretty much outlined to all that he really doesn’t give a shit about anything except his cat and becoming the “Madonna of garage rock”.

Surf-rock and all its sub-genre’s have been well covered territory over the past two years, with artists like Best Coast, Wavves, and Surfer Blood behind the wheel of the bandwagon. But with an increasing number of bands getting on board, how much more room is there for originality? By melting sunburned synths into lo-fi garage rock, DOM have thrown 60’s surf vibes together with hazy 90’s production. It’s chillwave via the Pixies. ‘Sun Bronzed Greek Gods’ has a timelessly youthful sound – if you’re looking for some music to accompany a home-made montage of your summer festival footage, this is your jackpot. From the sickly sweet ‘Hunny’ to ‘Bochicha’ and its repetitive chants in praise of Dominic’s cat (who also gets pride of place on the cover of the reissue), this seven track EP is packed with catchy choruses that you will find yourself enjoying from behind a thin veil of self loathing.

Unfortunately for DOM, the hooks aren’t quite memorable enough to continue annoying you for the entire day. Although the tracks are packed with some great arrangements and guitar riffs, they are often wasted; let down by monotonous vocal melody and uninspiring lyrics. For example, take the chorus of the opening track: “it’s so sexy to be living in America”, which sounds a discarded title option for Paris Hilton’s autobiography. More than likely, the lyrics are intentionally vapid, but their subversive tactics, to me, don’t convey enough for it to be engaging. This criticism can be overlooked in many cases, such as the aforementioned ‘Living In America’, but on tracks like ‘Rude As Jude’ which lack a strong hook, it become purely irritating. The winning edge is Dominic’s delightful, yet unnervingly androgynous voice, which yelps and glides its way among the fog of analogue fuzz. Closing track ‘I Wonder’ serves up a slightly different vibe, mostly because they have discovered minor chords, but its tale of teenage crush and overall composition makes it one of the strongest on the album. The twin tracked guitar arrangements and heavy reverb wouldn’t sound out of place on Girls ‘Broken Hearts Club’, swaying you into the campfire twilight of the EP.

Like Surfer Blood, DOM are best played through speakers in a car or a club, unlike Best Coast or Wavves, who are in their element crackling through a laptop in a room hot-boxed so thoroughly you can’t see an inch in front of your face. Sun Bronzed Greek Gods is an all round great summer soundtrack; with DOM waxing nostalgic as hundreds of hopeful teenagers are waxing surfboards. It’s music to have fun to – enjoyable if all you’re after is something feel-good, underwhelming for those in search of something deeper.

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