Brief highlights included: bumping into the Portuguese Prime Minister on an Aveiro backstreet, eating candied egg-yolks, and being introduced to the mind-bogglingly crude delights of Pimba pop by Alex from Youthless.
Leaping back into the real world after a holiday requires a jolt of sorts to make the transition less painful in the long run; tearing the sticking-plaster off the metaphorical paper cut.
Smug Brothers‘ crunchy rock provide the requisite jerk.
If imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, then when Smug Brothers become unstuck in time and land with a wet plop back in either Wedding Present-era early 90’s, buzzy post-punk early 80’s, or the radio-friendly-early 70’s, they’ll be doing a lot of forelock-tugging.
Revival Trips plods wearily through a treacly swamp of apathy, forming small bubbles which, when popped, release small, sweet sighs heavenwards.
Their 18-track album clocks in under 30 minutes in length, which is entirely endearing. Bristling, buzzy, throwaway pop nuggets. Welcome home indeed.