Review

Go ahead, tell that ill-advised crush exactly how you feel. The Moonbabies have your back.
With chiming pianos, gently buzzing synthesizers, boy/girl vocals and a furiously strummed acoustic guitar, the Moonbabies have internalized the map to indie-pop hearts so well that you’d think they’d be ready to throw it away on their fourth full-length. Let’s take a moment to thank God they haven’t.

Still there?

Why? You should be listening to “Take Me to the Ballroom” right now and enjoying the way the group takes the compass and heads towards melancholy, or “Cocobelle,” which has an extended intro that sounds a little bit like My Bloody Valentine covering the Pipettes. Like their contemporaries, Stars, the Moonbabies eat all kinds of pop (surf-, girl-, synth-, bedroom-, cod-alt.country-) and shit diamonds. (Which is no mean feat, considering the wasteland that is indie-pop these days.)

More than anything, though, Moonbabies at the Ballroom is perfect mood music. While they may be inside in the ballroom, the acoustic screams summer: screen doors, BBQ’s, porch swings. Put on “Walking on My Feet” the next time you’re down by the lake and see if you aren’t moved to tell that ill-advised crush exactly how you feel. And say another thank you to the Moonbabies when they say “yes.”