I wanted so very dearly to hate Tennis: descriptions of their music mention how "lo-fi" this husband and wife duo are, the fact that they write songs about their boat trips- and so on and so nauseatingly forth. It seemed the perfect set up for a lambasting- I thought something about 'following the chillwave trend' could be employed; I believed I had a perfect storm of disgust to unleash 'pon their unsuspecting heads.But the problem with preconceptions is that they often highlight just how wrong one can be; all thoughts of being rude were forgotten when I actually listened to this dinky little EP. Its three tracks all pack wonderful melodies swathed in a kind of summery haze, and beyond track titles, a few discernible lines and guesswork, I haven't really got the foggiest what these songs are about- and I couldn't give a fig. This EP, as Oscar might've said, is almost irredeemably charming- and at seven minutes 18 seconds it may have an insubstantial running time, but pray don't let mere appearances deceive.
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