Either way, it’s worth noting that what Blossoms lacks in edge or depth, it makes up for in well-turned melodies and the odd deft production touch – even those inclined to the boardroom-kiss-arse-blue-tick-wankers response might be forced to admit that Blown Rose or Getaway have superior, radio-friendly tunes. It’s also worth noting that the 80s pop stuff sounds substantially less exhausted than their solitary tilt towards more recent music. Like the oeuvre of Catfish and the Bottlemen, the acoustic My Favourite Room reanimates gimlet-eyed mid-00s landfill indie to disheartening effect.
In fact, the current band Blossoms most obviously resemble is the 1975. You do get the impression they may have spotted how dressing up 80s-influenced pop in leather-jacketed indie drag sent Matty Healy and co swiftly to the top of the charts. Blossoms are clearly aiming to do something similar, and they may well do it, although there’s not much of the characterful, divisive oddness that Healy brings to the 1975 on display. That said, there’s one really intriguing moment, on a track called Texia: a bit of New Orderish sparkle that stands apart from the rest of the album and suggests there might be a bit more to Blossoms than initially appears.