If you can get over the bewilderingly inappropriate name – which makes them sound like unreconstructed sleaze rockers from LA, but which they claim translates from the Russian for a Stalinist-era stripping troupe – there’s much to admire in this debut. Suzanne Aztoria’s forlorn, gossamer vocals, lashings of reverb, a noir-ish, romantic cinematic ambience and off-centre programmed beats point to a collective admiration of Salem, My Bloody Valentine, The Ronettes, Angelo Badalamenti and Duane Eddy.
Yet Trailer Trash Tracys cast a deliciously sensual, intriguingly distorted (they use digital technology to overdrive analogue sounds) shadow that’s very much their own. And they claim to be Abba fans, which adds further interesting topspin on their grand-scale, classic pop. Darkly glittering highlights are the woozy ‘Candy Girl’, an FX-treated ‘Starlatine’ and the slo-mo ‘Turkish Heights’ (like Mazzy Star made over by Factory Floor), but there’s not one routine note struck here.