Scandinavia hasn't exactly been wanting for unashamedly indie-POP! bands over the last few years, which may leave some wondering whether had Those Dancing Days not formed it might really be all that necessary to invent them. But that's to underestimate the overdriven charm of these five Stockholm all-girl teenagers, two of whom left school just this summer, already responsible as they are for three killer singles, all on debut In Our Space Hero Suits, in itself a very knowingly juvenile concept for a title. First, their self titled track, bizarrely down to track 11 of 12 here (and the first of those is six seconds long), opening with thunderous drums and a Farfisa sound straight out of Clint Boon's dreams which turns into a giddy romp of a manifesto about "living for music, living in a dance". Then 'Hitten', a Northern Soul-inflected joy that on closer examination reveals a good deal of melancholy and personal foreboding, in the same way Lauren Laverne used to cloak end of the night guilt in Kenickie's glam-pop stylings. More recently there was 'Run Run', another dizzying stomp making the best use yet of Linnea Jönsson's warm, soulful vocals. It's a lot to live up to, but they're clearly a band still young and exuberant enough to not have a care what hopes are being projected on them by easily impressed reviewers.They're also a band who already know their strengths and work to them - Cissi Efraimsson's furious, tumbling but controlled drumming, Jönsson's steely, heartfelt but always approachable vocals - a Swedish accented version of the kind of thing that got men swooning at Debbie Harry's feet - and the subtlety of Lisa Pyk Wirström's Joe Meekesque organ. If the occasional track sounds sanitised by the constraints of having to put the thing down to mastertape, it's offset by a joyously fizzy so much of which works at pretty much the same alt-Motown clip yet doesn't come across as repetitive and one-paced while at the same time suggesting room for future manoevure. On the likes of the aforementioned singles, including the admittedly not as strong new release 'Home Sweet Home' and its baffling opening line "Hello big family, who’s gonna cook the noodles today?" - it's their second language, be fair - and 'I Know Where You Live''s rollercoaster there's also a suggestion of a bubblegum girly counterpart to Elvis Costello's Attractions, who also saw organ and drums ahead of almost rhythmic guitar as the prime forces in their sound. Then there's 'Duet Under Waters', a restrained lament with tears in its eyes driven almost entirely by offbeat marching drum patterns and twinkling keys which aspires towards maturity, remembers it really doesn't want to be doing that yet and brings out for a chorus a 60s garage hook stripped right back to its bare components. Their youth and happy-go-lucky nature means the very odd departure into trite lyrical sentiment, or, in the case of 'Shuffle''s brave go at constructing an entire lyric from the titles of other songs, fun experiments that don't quite work (and Ringo Starr might be surprised to learn he sang on a track called With Some Help From My Friends), but it's not the sort of album you want to pick at the seams of too much.So yeah, Those Dancing Days are a great pop band, but not in the sense Simon Fuller would recognise. You could imagine songs this infectious being promoted and buffed to a commercial shine for the greater market, but they wouldn't have a scintilla of what makes this album so charming, namely that type of all-girls-together against the current mainstream mentality that seems uniquely suited to a certain brand of playful girl fronted group. Right at this moment, they come across as the kind of injection of largely uncomplicated but with depth beyond the sparkly surface femme-indie-pop we really need, and that's all you really want. 81%Those Dancing Days on Myspace