In Love

This isn’t britpop recooked, reheated or reserved. Be it 1993 or 2013, In Love stands proud.

As Britain suffers from youth unemployment and economic crisis, our greatest currency is the chime of a golden tune. Peace have delivered 10 of them.

Peace take the past and swish it about with a bit of swagger, and the results are just dandy.

Chastising them for not reinventing the wheel seems churlish when they sound like they're having so much fun spinning the old one. [Apr 2013, p.111]

The Birmingham quartet's debut album bears out the promise of their early singles and Delicious EP.

There is something intangibly magnetic about In Love, and it feels like a wonderful, igniting record--when so many other “indie” records fail to stir any emotion other than indifference.

It’s exceptional stuff.

This debut is possessed, for good or ill, of the sort of radio-licking, high-glycemic-index polish (courtesy of Arctic Monkeys and Adele knobsman Jim Abbiss) that will instantly raise the hackles of those who still care about appearing to be underground or whatever. It glistens. But crucially, that light is dancing with fleeting magic off the bones of some bewitching tunes.

They certainly know how to write catchy indie guitar music and, given the chance, will improve and find their own voice, their own sound and develop into the band many people claim they already are.

It’s easy to dismiss bands that receive so much hype before they have even got going, but with Peace, the early signs are definitely promising.

Even though In Love is fun, Peace doesn't break any new ground. [Aug-Sep 2013, p.98]

Much of the time, it's reheated Madchester. The rest, it's over-literal psychedelia.

It's hard to properly enjoy the songs when you’re constantly noticing their inspirations, like discovering one of those old Shine compilations made up entirely of b-sides you’ve never heard before.