With its “Behind Our Calm Demeanors” EP, Treaty of Paris aptly concocts a snowball of pop-punk diary entries, emo elements abound and catchy hooks galore, almost catchy to a fault. It’s reminiscent of mid-nineties radio fare, likeable in its innocence and the sweet goo. I never thought I’d like a lyric that goes “You could be my nurse/I’ll be the patient you’re saving/Mouth-to-mouth resuscitating,” but here, the band pulls it off without sounding like they’re a bunch of 13-year-olds that just found a Playboy in a neighbor’s garbage can. The stop-start melodies and hand-claps of “Rollerskates” are executed with fine-tuned precision, and the sheer cathartic nature of the EP’s closer, “Top of My Lungs,” wins me over tenfold. Plus, the band utilizes the long lost pre-chorus and bridge-after-second-chorus songwriting technique, which is the most fabled, familiar way to write a three-minute pop song. Sometimes just that is enough. (Tom Lynch)
June 25 at Metro.