Sounds like quick Nerf Herder. Very simple, tight, with no real identity, but a certain charm, like a shy smile that’s not a come-on, just a little smile.
Lotta energy, lotta experimentation, but they really oughtta figure out who they are and what they do best. A million things from embarrassingly bad to decent.
Something charming about this band that I can’t place. From Chicago, sound young and like nice guys, and they love bouncy pop. Very British enunciation.
The guy can sing, belt it out, warble and waver like Muse and The Sheila Divine/Dear Leader, and the band back him nicely, not showing off, not sucking.
David Pajo (M, Ariel M, Papa M, Slint, and Tortoise) records some intimate songs on his laptop, even singing directly into the computer. Gentle and well done.
Like scratchy old blues records, music box tinkle, a lonely trumpet soliloquy. White guy rapping usually turns me off like lima beans on a hot fudge sundae.