Pins, already, and a lot of drama : Pins are exactly the sort of group the music papers would have been fighting over more than 20 years ago. Make that more than 25 years ago: they’re very C86, are Pins. They’re atypically Mancunian, that’s for sure. There are no forays into avant-funk or pop trance. If anything, if you heard them without knowing where they were from, you’d swear they were a band from Brooklyn , All Velvets drones with a sprinkle of Spectoresque shimmer, they recall Crystal Stilts and Vivian Girls et al,
This is highly referential/reverential stuff from four girls who have clearly done their research. They haven’t delved too deeply into history: the look (pure Warhol’s Factory meets late-70s CBGBs/Bowery) is as obvious as the sound, with the usual signifiers of cool. Pins are brand new with the usual farrago of fuzz, echo, sustain, reverb and delay, the girls’ voices come as though from a dream,They’re the most Brooklyn band ever to come from Manchester.
The Fat Angel Sings 