"Is there anything more summery and yet desperately sad as a melting ice lolly?" Asks Samuel Lambeth when I compliment the album artwork for Quinn's latest release.
Crush, the E.P in question takes you on a bittersweet trip down memory lane, past the gates of your old school, down the alley way you used to play dares in after school. With sticky summer guitars the songs which make up their latest venture remind me of the records I heard on the radio as a child, being driven home from Gymnastics call on a Saturday morning. Teenage Fanclub, R.E.M, Good Charlotte. They are the kind of songs my best friend and I would have sat swinging our feet to in the back of the car as we made up silly stories and taught ourselves to air guitar. They warm you through as September lingers on the horizon.
If Crush is the backroads of Lambeth's youth, then "Never Worn" is the door he grew up behind. There's something a little juvenile mixed in amid the pensive, often wistful lyrics. The child who faded out with adolescence coming back to life, a grainy smile on a home video; Sam's Birthday 99. Despite their rough around the edges sound, a little, "grazed knees, bloody chin, bike crash on the cul-de-sac," Crush has been contemplated and mulled over down to the intrinsic nature of the E.P. With a sentimental sweetness Quinn are ruminative, projecting a sobering sense of self awareness. Raw like accidentally scratching off a scab before the wound has had time to heal, like returning to your old high school, the one you swore you'd never see again.
Crush is the coming of age E.P which forces you to take a long look back over your shoulder, whether you like it or not. It is a little lonely but nostalgia has always been a lonely emotion. "Nostalgia is a compelling liar," as Lambeth puts it, a warm knot in your stomach, it has a way of taking you outside yourself, simultaneously isolating and comforting you. This E.P is leaves you both homesick and hopeful, reminiscent of all the moments you should have seized and yet strangely at peace with yourself.