Brighton England’s Pipettes have gone through a great deal of effort to cast themselves in the mold of their Girl Group foremothers of the early ‘60s. You remember them, those doe eyed trios and quartets of under-aged femme fatales whose names - The Ronettes, The Shirelles, The Chantels – brought to mind some sugary confection or fabulous new cosmetic product. And sure enough, The Pipettes, with the assistance of a band of would be Phil Spectors named, perhaps inevitably, the Cassettes, have delivered an album full of cavernous “Be My Baby” style drums, waif-like harmonies, and breathless exhortations to take part in fictional dance crazes. “Pull Shapes!” they shout with an accented charm that might bring life to the feet of the shyest wallflower. Thankfully, The Pipettes have more going for them than their studied girl group infatuation, and We Are The Pipettes is not simply a dose of kitschy nostalgia administered by arch 21st century ironists. Numbers like the title track and “It Hurts to See You Dance So Well” see The Pipettes adding Britpop flair and jittery new wave flourishes to their sound to create a style that is wholly original and delightfully infectious.