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Sure, you could cast this New Jerseyan outfit as a bygone relic of early-’Aughts power pop, whose themes of teenaged middle class ennui and “hot MILF-age” have been undermined by an aging, increasingly child-rearing fan-base. ‘Course, that’s ignoring their nigh-supranatural ability to craft the hookiest of pop hooks—and the fact that those supposedly “tame” suburban bread-winners can get pretty handsy during “Fire Island.” We speak from experience. *shudder* Let’s stop before the obligatory “Stacy’s Mom” referen- aw, dang.
[Fri. 6.29.12. Paradise Rock Club. 967 Comm. Ave., Boston. 617.562.8800. 8pm/18+/$25. @fountainsofwayn. thedise.com]