If there’s one inconsistency with slacker rock it’s how fucking energetic it is. It’s nearly always played loud, fast and loose and, although the lyrics are a bit fuzzy, there’s always a conscious emphasis on sound and image. High Pop play real slacker tunes. The guitar sounds like it was recorded on a webcam, they couldn’t afford a drum-machine so they just occasionally hit a cymbal instead and towards the end of the song there is, what can only be described as, a grown-man impersonating a kazoo. Presumably because, rather than waste two dollars on the real thing, they went off and bought a kebab. They might just be the coolest band ever.