Starting off with an icy cold, choppy guitar riff redolent of the mighty Crescent, but sounding echoey and timeless like when you’d play your dad’s 45′s on a toy record player, the fabric of Women’s sound is so different than what the ear has been trained to expect in a time of AutoTune and ProTools. Tension slowly builds, the song dissolves and then reconstitutes itself, this time as a slice of teenage heartbreak circa the Beach Boys when they all wore matching shirts and had matching falsettos. Another slow dissolve, and the song reconstitutes itself again into a slashing, chiming, heart-pounding riff that’s urgent like the Jam and strident like Wire. I could listen to that riff for an half-hour easy.

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