Vancouver’s Needles//Pins kicks off 12:34 with the somewhat nihilistic “I Don’t Mind” (which appears to be a testament to the healing powers of a hook-up) and the rest of the album shimmies along accordingly. Needles//Pins is strumming our pain and embarrassment through tight garage songs, chronicling drunk-dials, hating on exes, getting too high, getting the brush-off, brushing people off. You can forgive the band for creating such a horrifyingly realistic Sunday-morning-regret effect because you won’t be able to stop dancing and air guitaring on your way to hangover breakfast. Go easy on yourself, we’ve all been there.
This article appears in Dec 6-12, 2012.
