The Pastels have an amateurish, indie-pop jangle that mixes uncomfortably with John A. Rivers synthesizer-slick production. They remind me a lot of The Wake, another mid-eighties group from Glasgow, but they have more homespun charm and weaker vocals. Unfortunately, their strongest, purest record "Sittin' Pretty" is long out of print, but their hipster cult is widespread and slavish enough to almost guarantee a reissue. On longer, more cacophonous tracks like "Baby Honey", they remind me a bit of The Jesus and Mary Chain and Spacemen 3. But for the most part, they sound like The Stone Roses, Ride and other Brit-pop bands you can't resist singing along with. It's a style that's been around for years, but they were one of its earliest exponents.