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"Imagine the Magic Numbers if they weren&amp;#039;t fat, beardy types from Ealing and, instead, were reasonably good-looking chaps from California. They&amp;#039;d be a lot more appealing, wouldn&amp;#039;t they? To that end, allow us to introduce The Little Ones, an LA four-piece who sound like they&amp;#039;ve been locked in Alf&amp;#039;s surf shack with The Kinks, the Beach Boys and The Shins rotating on the vinyl-player. Just in the nick of time, they&amp;#039;ve come along to brighten up these bleak January evenings. Unlike the Magic Numbers and those other sunshine indie-rockers The Thrills, nothing about The Little Ones sounds forced. The chirpy bluster of their west coast melodies reeks of the California sun, bikini-clad babes and buff surfer hunks - because that&amp;#039;s clearly what they know best. Edward Nolan Reyes injects enough fragility into his vocals to prevent us from wanting to punch him for living such a wonderful and happy life, while the shimmering ding-dong bells that lead the outro are so bleedin&amp;#039; infectious they should be diagnosed to Miss Britney Spears pronto.   "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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