Boo Hoo Hoo Boo

When listening to this album of eight Vancouver musicians try picturing a band of suburbanites-turned-serial killers living in the desert howling circus-themed anthems into the black of the night. Although this album is full of poppy, danceable, sing along ditties, there is something so menacing underneath it all. You feel as if you're overhearing the tribal musings of bloodthirsty babes who have written songs to kill by. They Shoot Horses Don't They find a way to french-braid classic indie pop with D.C.-esque post punk and circus horns with "everybody sing along over this dead body" vocals. Like children ripping the wings off flies They Shoot Horses Don't They are ripping away from clichéd indie pop.