Let's Wrestle

Let's Wrestle

Don't let the art rock homage in the album's title mislead you. There's nothing progressive about London's Let's Wrestle. They probably couldn't be bothered to put in the effort to be that proficient about anything. Except maybe drinking. Somehow that seems entirely essentially to their musical id. Instead, the trio comes off as a throwback to some pre-hipster era where being pensive and precious was punishable. To wit, they've got a song about dealing with the loss of their princess by finding a friend in her hair. It might be a metaphor, but this short-bus modern equivalent of the Buzzcocks probably isn't sophisticated enough to employ them properly. It's not entirely a joke; it's just cheeky, sort of like the line from the signature "We Are the Men You'll Grow to Love Soon": "We are the most reliable guys in the world, but we got enough money to buy some G&Ts for the girls." That's stretching the truth, perhaps, but then it's delivered with such casual conceit that you'll buy it anyway. (Thu., 8pm, Cedar Street Courtyard.)