Album Review: Summer Camp - Welcome To Condale

On their debut album Welcome to Condale Summer Camp invent a brave, old world with track after track of unashamedly throwback pop songs.

There’s an argument out there that The Teen Movie died with John Hughes. Smoking inside, anthemic soundtracks, James Spader calling Molly Ringwald a bitch, Molly Ringwald, and a black and white approach to rich V poor, pretty V ugly, smart V dumb; Hughes had the unique ability to reflect a set of mundane social indicators back at society in a way that made it look glossy and exciting, no doubt partly thanks to the reflection from that shiny, shiny polyester. Tina Fey’s Mean Girls is the closest the naughties have come but Lohan ain’t no Ringwald and Kelis has got absolutely nothing on Simple Minds.

“(Don’t you) Forget About Me” is not only the song that Summer Camp wish they had written, it’s the song they’ve referenced through every eighties banger on their debut full length album Welcome to Condale in some way or another.

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