Wowee. So fucking good. Add this to your “dreamy, poppy, touching” indie rock collection now, where it will fit snugly between Wheat and Creeper Lagoon.
Although only six songs, this has the San Franciscan quartet focusing more on the cotton candy, tongue-twisting, goose-bump-giving melodies that the debut.
Sometimes it’s explosive carnage, sometimes it’s crisp sing-alongs, but it’s always unpredictably musical yet so familiar. This is what pop really could be.
Public Enemy’s Chuck D (aka Mistachuck) and Professor Griff open the lyrical flood gates, using both hip hop and metal guitars to get the message across.