Ukeleles! Songs about TV characters! Lists of rubbish boyfriends! The prospect of a particular kind of lo-fi cutesiness hangs heavy over New York duo the Prettiots: any description of them rather makes you feel as though your teeth are about to rot from an overdose of icing sugar, and raises the prospect that they’re some kind of New York hipster injoke. But that does them a huge disservice: there’s a darkness and lyrical ruthlessness about them that completely undercuts the sweetness of the first taste.