Nobody knows a lot about Summer Camp, apart from the fact that they are a London-based boy/girl duo. I for one would really like to find out who they are, as their songs are so good that I’d like to buy them a bag of pick’n’mix as a gesture of congrats.
Musically, Summer Camp take loads of elements from all the bands that I’m in love with and compact them all into one handy place. There’s scuzzy sounding twee-pop à la Pains Of Being Pure At Heart, a kind of my Bloody Valentine ambience going on, and then breathy, girly vocals like the kind you hear on Belle and Sebastian songs. Their whole dreamy vibe has even caused the music press to coin a new genre: ‘chillwave’. Indeed, Summer Camp’s songs are not for dancing to like the world is ending tomorrow. They’re mainly for the moments of quiet contemplation that life brings.
The name Summer Camp in itself conjures up images of school holidays to me, when all you had to worry about was whether you were going to play out that day, and later on, whether that boy would call or not. This kind of childlike innocence comes across in their lyrics, which are endearingly simplistic in telling stories of falling in love, and what happens when you lose it. Take for example Ghost Train; a song so sweet it should come with a pack of Kleenex. As soon as the chorus kicks in with "# Trying to get through to you, my dear #", it just makes you want to ring someone up and tell them that you love them. In a good way of course.
So to conclude, I’m expecting everybody to love Summer Camp by April. And if they don’t, they probably have hearts of ice and really rubbish ears.
words: Holly Arrowsmith