Gurgling guitar wails, a head-banging beat, and peppy shouted vocal refrains paint the picture of a band brushing off any inhibitions and truly having a blast.

Four-piece, New York City based post-punk powerhouse cumgirl8 showcase here, and across their growing discography, an infectious charm that’s impossible to ignore.

The infinitely replayable earworm of a chorus feels like the perfect score to a montage scene from early 2000s American teen comedy.

Perhaps one in which our protagonist is coming in and out of a changing room dawning various outfits to the continued dismay of their friends.

Or an exponentially expanding split screen across which what was once private information being is spread from person to person over various landline telephones.

After a swirling instrumental break the final repetition of this hook, where the instrumentation is turned up to 11, is sure to have even the most trepidatious of concert goers making a b-line towards the nearest pit.

To put it simply, this track is extremely fun.

Written by Nic Bisgaard