“Comfy” is, as most of the literate world are aware, a shortened form of “comfortable.” Something familiar, something that fits just right.

As such, there is no more perfect name for the way this band sounds. These seven songs are soothing to the nerves, good for putting listeners at ease — and catchy as hell.

From the very beginning of the leadoff title track, The Comfies’ first EP sinks its hooks deep. The infectious choruses and general encouragement of head-bobbery are impossible to ignore. This is pop music in the very finest sense of the term.

These are the kinds of songs that people find themselves humming absentmindedly in the parking lot, then singing at the top of their lungs in the privacy — or comfort — of their car. This is good stuff.

Frontman Benjamin Adam Harper is no stranger to pop music.

For four years, Harper was the bassist for Doghouse Records quirky pop darlings Feable Weiner. He decided he needed his own outlet, recruited some friends (former members of The Darling Hearts and The Pink Spiders) and went to it.

The best part of this being an EP is that there truly are no filler tracks. “Close To Me” is reminiscent of Superdrag, “That’s What She Gets” nods in Ben Kweller’s general direction and the rest of the album follows similarly — Britpop harmonies on top of lovable, hooky rock songs.

The reason it works so well, though, is because these pristine, sparkling songs also somehow manage to come across as extremely rough.

The Fuzztones and The Dead Milkmen similarities are just as evident as Superdrag and The New Pornographers to the attentive ear.

So pick up “Close To Me,” sit down in a favorite chair, and get ready to feel all warm and fuzzy inside — singing along to The Comfies just feels good.

Evan Thorne is a music critic for the Northern Star.