For those who wish The Smiths had cranked up the distortion once in a while ... for that small but devoted population that prizes My Bloody Valentine's more straightforward Isn't Anything over the mind-expanding Loveless ... For those who know what the hell "the C86 sound" is ...

For those who wish The Smiths had cranked up the distortion once in a while ... for that small but devoted population that prizes My Bloody Valentine's more straightforward Isn't Anything over the mind-expanding Loveless ... For those who know what the hell "the C86 sound" is ...

For these people, there is The Pains of Being Pure at Heart.

The New York group's self-titled debut is one of the young year's finest offerings, a pleasant and occasionally stunning compendium of the most accessible elements of 1980s British indie rock. Chiming Marr guitars and distortion-glazed walls of sound share space with Kip Berman's relationship moping and hoping.

The group lacked charisma and killer instinct at a gig in a giant tent during Austin's SXSW. Perhaps their record will translate better to the intimate confines of The Summit, where they'll be joined by fellow shoegaze torch carriers Zaza and Alive Band to Watch Tin Armor.