In 1978, The Clean were the seeds of New Zealand punk. They carved out a big sandbox for everyone to play in, and their influence resonated not only in NZ but around the world. This summer"s Mister Pop sees The Clean continue the great pop pastiche. Circus ragas ("Moonjumper"), hazy sunset anthems ("In the Dreamlife You Need a Rubber Soul"), and the loose Dada approach to wordsmithery continue alongside "proper" lyrical forays and a few Autobahn-referential instro moments to boot("Tensile").