Since the dawn of the 21st century, how many times have you read a review and encountered something quite similar to this: 'Fizzy Banana Collective are a tribal gateway into the naivety of youth'. Probably a lot, right? These reviews use language as a means of perfecting the imperfections of music; by writing flowery writeups, they are able to create something seemingly tangible and perfect, yet in reality holds no bearing on the music itself. Anybody who read any reviews for Merriweather Post Pavilion will know what I'm talking about. This is why I regret to inform you that I will be using the word 'playful' in this review. That's because Ponytail are probably the only genuinely playful band I've ever seen. And it's not because they bang bongos or have imaginary food fights a la the motion picture, Hook. No, it's because they perform like children, the excitement and frantic enthusiasm is - and brace yourselves, I'm about to use another cliched-word - pure. Molly Siegel can look intent and possessed one second, and then the next she'll tilt her head back and beam out one of the most life-affirming smiles you'll ever see. Where their music sits, I'm not sure, and I'm not sure I care, either. The dueling guitarists zig-zag around each other abrasively, while Molly and Jeremy (the drummer) seem to be dueting in their own forceful power. Beneath the noise-attack lies actual melody, and it's not that hard to pick it out, but due to the hyper nature of their live aesthetic, Ponytail's sound becomes more of an overall experience. One track bleeds into the next and you're more than happy to go along with that. These guys are for real. They have their flaws on record, but none of that means very much when you see them live, because this is where they belong. A playful band loves to play, who'd have thought it?