Listen here!
Curtis's got a natural knack for melody, a Davies//Lynne sense of quaint/strange/universal tunefulness - a slightly square sound, and I mean that in the best possible way. Plays a mean guitar too.
This's a pretty good little three-song-glimpse, from the Pink Floyd ecstasy//agony of I Can't Feel Anything, to the overtly Muswell jauntiness of Why Be Depressed. A Boston band with a ton of potential to make something great outside the city's usual scene 4/5
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