Over the past couple of weeks, there have been a whole heap of albums that could be considered big or important or divisive. And even if you don't necessarily like A$AP Rocky and Jamie xx and Donnie Trumpet And The Social Experiment and Girlpool and Florence + The Machine and Sun Kil Moon, they've all made albums worthy of thought and discussion and argument, albums that can dominate a conversation. As I'm writing this, I've spent the past few hours on Kanye Watch, waiting for potentially the biggest and most important and most divisive of any of these albums, and I don't even know if the damn thing is coming. (Update: Nope. Not yet, anyway.) The mere possibility of its arrival is enough to suck the oxygen out of the room. Every one of those records matters and demands consideration. And the way they're all coming clumped together like this makes for a ridiculously exciting time to be alive and listening to music. But all that importance can be exhausting, and not every album has to reach for the stratosphere, the way all those albums do in profoundly different ways. And that brings us to PINS, a band of young women from Manchester who just released their second LP. The PINS of Wild Nights aren't reaching for importance or grandeur. They aren't looking to drive the conversation or to change the face of music. They're just a very good rock band making very good rock music, taking a familiar stew of influences and just nailing the fuck out of them. They're not the sort of band you need to know about, necessarily. But if you're getting dressed up and having a drink before going out for the night, or if you're going out and driving fast on a sunny day, or if you're looking for some cool shit to play in the background while you're getting some work done, they're the sort of band you want to know about.