Perfectly pretty indie, the kind of thing that girls with high-waisted shorts and bangs bob back and forth agreeably to at shows.
It's funny how context matters: a first listen at work left me cold. It's all a little arch and Costa Mesa arpeggiated. But tonight when I just need something to bop me through some couching and reading, it's right enough. Understated, lilting Seattle-via-Boston, shades of Elliot Smith and the Shins, floating by with clouded sparkles and hazy glints 3.5/5
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