Bands often name-check the work of others in a vague attempt of garnering media and public interest, but often you can’t help but think that some bands might just be taking the piss ever so slightly with this now-ritualistic practice. So it’s always refreshing when bands refer to their sound in a way that makes your brain suddenly perk up and take notice. Hailing from Athens, Georgia, PacificUV describe themselves as aiming to sound 'like a psychedelic Jesus and Mary Train tripping on Nyquil' – Weekends; the bands second album has; on the whole, delivered exactly that.

Instrumental openings to albums rarely excite me anymore and 'Friday Night Dream' does nothing to buck this trend purely because there’s nothing about it that really follows the same vein as the first few tracks. It has fallen victim to a poor track-listing decision and would have been much more suitably placed after 'Ballerina', where it would have provided a natural sounding segue into the poppier half of the album.

'Baby Blue', conjures up memories and comparisons with Jason Pierce of Spiritualized on Ladies And Gentleman..., that plaintively coats a deeply expansive synth that would make James Blake kicking himself for not having written it first. 'I'm Here (But It's Not Me)' hits inside the realms of a genre I could only describe as gloom-gaze, the two separate voices feel as if they have materialized inside your ears and are speaking to you directly.

Weekends has been two years in the making, written and recorded in the wake of a breakdown in a relationship, the emotional scars of which shine through prominently. A raw tenderness that is felt even on the short; but oh so brilliant, 'Saturday Night Dream'. From this point on, the album takes on a majestic air that exemplifies beautifully the heartbreak that inspired it.

PacificUV’s lyrical style is incredibly basic; most songs just contain the same lyrics over and over again, but before the prospect of sitting through a yawn inducing album makes you turn in horror, panic not! For in this instance, repetition is essential to the hypnotic sound-scapes that Weekends occupies. My one problem with Weekends is its track-listing. Whilst most of the songs fit together well, many seem out of place in terms of what they proceed or follow on from and it halts the record from having a more cohesive sound. Despite my concerns over this however, I find myself unable to stop myself from pushing play on this record.