Review: Haim

And I’ll never look up, just hold your head up
And if it gets rough, it’s time to get rough

It was never in question what this record would sound like. After you had heard the first two singles of the album, both released way in advance of the album, it was clear for everyone to see that it would sound like it had arrived 30 years too late. But fuck me, I did not expect the full out pastiche colored, Miami-Vice suits, Magnum moustache, fake zebra carpet styled audio treats that the girls from LA deliver on the full-length. Mind you, it would perfect as the soundtrack for cruising along Miami Beach in your red Ferrari Testarossa. Or your big Caddilac convertible along Venice Beach. But where neither in LA nor Miami. And to make matters even worse, we’re steadily approaching the end of summer. This album would have been great a few months back, when we were all waiting for that one summer hit (what song was that by the way?), but now? Really?