Astoundingly deft – no matter what mongrel genre catches his eye or what babble-of-the-gods trope trips off his lip, he always keeps one foot in the groove.
Each release has been a higher plateau of heart-string plucking, rockin’ sentimentality that gets more difficult to compare with anyone’s sound but their own.
Zumpano make no bones about what they’re doing, as they sound straight out of the time that brought us sing-along tunes by the Beatles and the Dave Clark 5.
Eight-foot waves of guitar strings crash onto a beach of spontaneous drumbeats. Somewhere underwater is a guy singing like the vocalist for The Damned.
Liberal splashes of china white on art metal walls bleeding south into the singed edges of amber waves over fuzzy fields hiding silos and secret laboratories.