One of the few bands to take the whole ’70s worship sensibility and truly craft it into something special instead of just more greasy hair and polyester.
A mixture of windpipe cheese, and driving synth beats, Book of Dreams is filled with dramatic highs, sorrowful lows, and longing glances out the window.
This terrific pop trio from Philadelphia really knocked me out. Songs were hook-filled and infectious, with just the right amount of distortion and dissonance.