Concrete Playground

Here’s a secret: I really don’t like Little Red. Their constant allusion to the 1950s, their tight, infectious melodies, their clean, boyish charm — I find it irritating. Of course, the last time Little Red came on the radio, I turned that radio up and, confession of confessions, I tapped on the steering wheel.

So what’s the lesson here? Little Red’s music is straightforward, accessible and ridiculously popular, but that’s only partly their fault, so chill out. Put down your boxed set of The Wire, stop lurking on the forums of Australia’s premier indie music site and ROCK IT (ironically, in your living room, if need be) because Little Red is touring in June and it’s going to be fun, fun, fun.

For those who’ve not followed Little Red, because, like me, they spend too much time dancing with their intellect, the band has been overseas a lot lately. They have played everywhere from New York City to Papua New Guinea, with a whole bunch of summer festivals in between. Now they are returned, and I’m going to suggest you celebrate by going to see their show.