Girls Names are a prototypical Slumberland band. Seemingly built out of Black Tambourine DNA, spliced into the Crystal Stilts, and then dumped in a reverb bath, the Irish trio fits perfectly both with the label’s history and resurgent present. That's not to say you’ll spend the entirety of their debut album, Dead to Me, playing spot the influence or wishing you were listening to one of the bands they are inspired by. The songs and performances are strong enough, melodic enough, and fun enough that you can enjoy the album for what it is: 30 minutes of noisy, hooky pop that sounds better every time you listen to it. At their best, they crank out short, sharp blasts of noisy indie pop that hit you hard between the eyes; tracks like “When You Cry,” “Nothing More to Say,” and “Séance on a Wet Afternoon” are the kinds of tracks you put on a mixtape made to impress your friends. When they dial it down some, they show a nice ability to dole out some warm melancholy. The swoony "No More Words" and the heartbreaking '50s-style ballad "Kiss Goodbye" are good examples of their range. Girls Names may not be the most original band on the planet (or on their record label), but they do what they do with a great deal of style and energy, and you can’t ask for much more than that.