Well, will you look at this: There’s a new Brooklyn band that sings about summer, likes girls, and thought it would be wise to call themselves Your Youth. The first half of their debut EP is loud, carefree power—pop that sounds like the singer for the Drums fronting Surfer Blood. The songs are sung gleefully, but with an edge—they could run out of whatever sugar/drug substance is fueling their all—night party at any second. It’s not a bad formula for a band to be aligning themselves with at the moment, but that formula becomes all too apparent on the remainder of the EP, where melodies feel a bit stock and lyrics are flat ("Throw me, catch me, why don’t you just let me go?/I’m your boomerang"). Even still, these guys can write a pretty damn catchy song, enough to incite some excitement for a full—length.