Six degrees of separation; the idea that everyone on the planet is linked to anyone else by six people. Well I don't know about you, but as far as I'm aware I have yet to find my link to Kanye West or in fact Beyonce. Maybe I should just join an indie band then because it seems this is one industry where knowing absolutely everyone is just a way of life. Take The Babies, who formed when sometime Vivian Girls front woman Cassie Ramone shared an apartment with members of Woods; Kevin Morby and Justin Sullivan. Whilst still playing in their original bands, it's a wonder Our House On The Hill; the bands second effort was ever completed.

Picking up where Best Coast should have and could have gone with their disappointing second album, 'Alligator' wraps lyrics about unemployment and dead end routines in a big ball of LA sunshine, which I probably think is no easy feat when all your band reside in the sprawling metropolis of Brooklyn. 'Slow Walkin' twists a traditional boy/girl vocal into more than a simple exchange. The diversity between Morby and Ramone's voices fit within one another like a wonderful indie jigsaw. Most recently, Ramone brings to mind the 60s girl group tinged vocals that Elizabeth Sankey of Summer Camp subtly provides.

'Mess Me Around' feels incredibly teenage in comparison to other tracks but the angsty guitar break down and typical American garage band guitars exude the same cool the popular band kids at school always seemed to have buckets off while you just shuffle awkwardly in a corner. 'On My Team' is more a less another variation of the same musical format as most of the other tracks but Morby has one of those drawling slacker voices that just draw you in completely. Some variation is coming though and 'That Boy' at first seems like it'd be more suited to a female vocal, but after a few listens the male vocal makes perfect sense. If Juno was remade, then Our House On The Hill would no doubt be an absolutely stellar soundtrack, but if teen pregnancy isn't exactly your thing then that's fine you'll still find solace in what is likely to be a vastly overlooked record by most.

'Chase It To The Grave' finally brings the all girl vocal that the record was beginning to make me crave for. The slack effort to sing the track and play at the same time feels like the perfect reason to give up everything and drive through America in an old Cadillac. Slightly more eerily folky is 'Wandering' which bucks the trend of previous tracks perhaps too late to make a real lasting impression and doesn't really work as an ending but perhaps the slight nuances of old Johnny Cash guitar hooks might grow on me.

As we've long said goodbye to the summer, Our House On The Hill feels bittersweet as it makes you want to hark back to when you drank five too many Koppaberg's and got lost in a field somewhere. But don't feel too bad, The Babies will gladly take you on a hand held tour through your own memory with added attitude.