The opening bars of Las Rosas’s ‘Cops’ reveal their American-ness in all its jangling, trebly, slurry-voiced glory. Hailing from Brooklyn, Las Rosas know how to write a catchy tune. Try listening to ‘Boys’ without singing along every time the chorus rolls around. There’s a familiar raucousness that shakes up indie’s recent dreamy output too. Busy but inspired basslines and an assured retrospective sound put Las Rosas squarely in the company of similarly skinny-jeaned darlings, Louis IX, early Strokes and The Soft Pack.