See…the antipodes isn’t all about rock, you non-believers. It is also about pop and pretty quaint things. And so to The Brunettes EP. The Brunettes may very well be New Zealand’s answer to Belle and Sebastian, and a little refuge from the UK’s garage rock preoccupation. The title track "Boyracer" is an ode to one girl’s suppressed desire for a rubber-burning bloke. Heather breathlessly sings her love of grinding gears and fast cars and the boy in the front seat - a sound so sexy with not a rock beat to be found given the subject matter. Well if that is ironic "Lovers Park" isn’t. Heather becomes Rizzo’s doppelganger. You can just see her dangling her legs over her bed, hair in rollers, nails painted, singing her heartfelt ballad. And it gets a lot kitscher, on "I Miss My Coochie Coo" and "Don’t Neglect Your Pet", the RSPCA’s marketing dream come true. The Brunettes aren’t just infatuated with 50’s nostalgia; they are equally infatuated with writing brilliant sugar coated songs.