Now that Magneta Lane are beginning to gain traction outside of Canada (or hell, outisde of Toronto), it seems like a good time for a career review.

Time and time again, reviews of The Constant Lover will praise Magneta Lane’s wealth of confidence and swagger. Such poise is uncommon for veteran bands, let alone those with a single release under their belts. But the story, practically a minor legend by now, goes further than that. Magneta Lane is not quite two years old, and the trio of college-age women have seen their fortunes rise precipitously through a combination of hard work, attitude and a lot of luck—the audience at their first downtown show happened to include someone from Paper Bad Records, who was sufficiently impressed to sign the band to a record label despite their near-complete lack of experience.

To be fair, Magneta Lane’s story veers dangerously towards cliche territory. All the same, there’s a definite scrappy underdog quality that everyone can get behind—and it helps that The Constant Lover is chock full of candy coated guitar pop of the New York hipster persuasion—a scene that is now spreading across the continent, thanks to the budding indie revolution. In this day and age, it’s getting harder and harder to pick out the Killers from the Controller.Controllers, so here’s a hint; for now, anyways, Magneta Lane plays for the good guys.