Ever wonder what kind of music the Cure's Robert Smith would make if he took some Prozac and got a tan? On their debut six-song EP, Summertime!, this Brooklyn quartet pump out spiky post-punk jams spiced up with whistling, schoolyard chants, Eighties synths and so much joyous hand clapping, you'd think you were at a high school pep rally. These guys look like skinny hipsters, but their tunes are the furthest thing from uptight: They dig bike rides, cute babies and Sixties-style love-ins ("Saddest Summer"). And when frontman Jonathan Pierce beckons you to the beach on "Let's Go Surfing," it's enough to make the most subterranean art rocker hang five. One of the best indie-pop debuts of the year.