When: Wed., Feb. 6, 9 p.m. 2013
Never mind its title—last year’s Come of Age (Columbia), the sophomore album from London indie rockers the Vaccines, is of a piece with the infectious and well-crafted hooks on their breakout release, 2011’s What Did You Expect From the Vaccines? I suppose if you hate fun you could hate on the band for not developing or maturing, but I say who cares—this is English guitar-rock radio fodder in the same vein as the Arctic Monkeys, and it’s spirited and catchy and you’ll forget about it tomorrow. Like What Did You Expect, which opens with the great candy-coated anthem “Wreckin’ Bar (Ra Ra Ra),” Come of Age is front-loaded with winners, including the adorably apathetic “No Hope” and the bouncy, sassy “Teenage Icon,” whose excellently corny chorus begins “I’m no teenage icon / I’m no Frankie Avalon.” After that there’s a lull of three or four clunkers, then the dark stomper “Bad Mood,” driven by competing riffs—and then I don’t remember, because I was too busy bobbing my head and tapping my foot. —Kevin Warwick San Cisco opens.