If you like Ty Segall (and why wouldn't you?) and you liked Reverse Shark Attack (natch) why haven't you checked out Shark Attack copilot, sometimes Ty Segall Band member Mikal Cronin? Subtract Segall's impact (shrieking vocals, guitar fireworks) from that EP's title track and the negative space looks exactly like this album: waves of acoustic texture, swirling guitar vortexes, horn squalls, and a delicate embrace of the existential.
Which is to say, it's fucking brilliant - hypnotic and exciting, enthralling from the first and rewarding of curious returns. Just when I think I hate all music these California surf punks draw me back in. It's the only scene going today that's worth following 4.5/5
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