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LostFriends IN­DE­PEN­DENT / UNIVER­SAL

LostFriends – the long-awaited de­but LP from the Sydney-based in­die jam­mers in Mid­dle Kids – is like the per­fect frap­puc­cino in au­di­ble form. In place of an espresso shot, there’s a bit­ter­ness that comes from the sharp and som­bre lyri­cisms; there’s a creami­ness in the dusty re­verb and psy­che­delic war­bles that glis­ten the gui­tars, and a sweet­ness in the em­phatic and homely vo­cals that front­woman Han­nah Joy con­quers like an ab­so­lute god­dess (her key­work is also damn near com­pelling enough to snap any­one out of a coma).

Tex­ture is in­cred­i­bly vi­tal here too: the rough-edged pro­duc­tion of­fers a de­cent level of icy crunch, while the al­ways ex­hil­a­rat­ing melodies de­liver an ethe­real smooth­ness to round it all out. And much like the per­fect frap­puc­cino, its sadly in­evitable end comes far too soon and has us left ever so des­per­ate for more, our hearts yearn­ing more and more im­pa­tiently for an­other taste un­til we’re fi­nally able to wrap our hands (or ears) around a sec­ond dose.

Set­ting aside our com­par­isons to de­li­cious sum­mer treats, LostFriends is just a great al­bum through and through. Ev­ery other cut is the type of me­te­oric anthem you’d ex­pect to see close out an arena show, strik­ing an in­deli­ble har­mony of ar­dour and poise (see es­pe­cially: “Edge Of Town”, “Bought It” and “Never Start”). Those that don’t come not as pace-stunt­ing filler tracks but some much ap­pre­ci­ated respite. They often dig deeper into a rawer and more vul­ner­a­ble side of the fast-ris­ing trio, a melan­cholic coun­try twinge driz­zled like syrup (sorry) over num­bers like the can­ter­ing “Mary­land” and goose­bump-coax­ing ti­tle track.

Even such cuts are un­de­ni­able bangers, though, the for­mer es­pe­cially brew­ing up to an in­escapably erup­tive outro. Ditto for the heart­felt closer “So Long, Farewell, I’m Gone”, which rolls in as a lack­adaisi­cal bal­lad and builds into the al­bum’s sin­gle most in­tense and stun­ning mo­ment, Joy pour­ing ev­ery last drop of her en­ergy into one fi­nal show­stop­ping cho­rus.

Best served on sleepy Sun­day morn­ings and in the ves­sel of your most choice pair of head­phones, Lost

Friends is the kind of de­but al­bum you see artists bal­loon to in­stant su­per­stars on. It’s loud, yet lus­cious, and the song­writ­ing never hic­cups in the vir­tu­os­ity on show. And the best part? Zero calo­ries.

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