I didn’t want to like Milan To Minsk, because really nobody should have to enjoy a band named after a running Seinfeld gag. But the twee, bloopy Brooklyn quartet won me over, damn them. Their self-titled EP could have been lifted from a Darla Records sampler circa 1998, which is to say that it’s cute but not cutesy, with an anything goes approach to rock that thankfully stops before the kitchen sink gets thrown in. They share the bill with Flocke, Leiko, and Yuna.
