When he’s not staggering around owning the stage as The Smith Westerns precocious guitarist extraordinaire who all the girls want to kiss and all the guys want to be, enfant terrible Max McMillen returns to suburban life as a reckless college kid and lets out all his female frustrations with some loosened-up adolescent outpourings under the oh so apt guise of Teenage Lovers. We never imagined that the fuzzy, guitar/hormone raging insights of a randy teenage mind could be this enjoyable. Or maybe we forgot just how much fun going past first base was.

Thanks to the good guys at Rose Quartz for turning us onto this.

Teenage Lovers – Number One