Fresh and local: Peach Pit, Sweet F.A.

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      On this sparkling four-song EP, Peach Pit displays a knack for distilling ennui, angst, and disappointment into wistful, melodic indie pop.

      It’s mostly pretty mellow stuff, but “Seventeen” (not a Sex Pistols cover!) is the exception. The up-tempo jangler sails along on a Johnny Marr–lite six-string line while singer-guitarist Neil Smith deflates drunken teenage declarations of love with “I’m 17, don’t hold your breath.” The most devastating number here is “Drop the Guillotine”, whose narrator stands by and watches in palpable pain while a supposed pal romances
      the girl he loves. Ouch!