High Highs are need to get more material out there quick-smart, because there’s many a listener gleefully champing at the bit at present. Label interest is likely at an all-time high, women are casting their underwear a-stage and the names Jack, Oli and Zachary are being applied to newborns with unprecedented frequency in honour of the New York based three piece (though I remembered them being a two-piece, but on we go). The expatriated Australian trio has been at it for too long to have such a meager creative output and before you come at me, I’m speaking quantitatively not qualitatively. Which, to make things straight, is just a pretentious way of saying “they haven’t made many songs even and they’ve been at it a while, though the songs they’ve made are pretty cool hey”.

Currently available is a four track, self-titled EP that contains a number (the number is four) of delightfully gentle gems, tumbling rivers of reverb that softly undulate beneath the voice of Jack Milas. There’s rarely more than an echoing acoustic guitar resting behind the vocals, padded out with some synth, until one listens to the last of the four tracks Horses, which is an absolute club banger, adding in a little shallow bass drum and concreting that acoustic guitar.

We can only hope that they grace our shows once more with an Australian tour in 2012 (fingers crossed, on the back of a full length). We’ll keep you updated.

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