Spirit Club sounds like every Wavves song, every upbeat clatterer, every detuned meanderer, swirled into a median band. Its nasal disinterest is a passenger in a fast car, rolling past an excitement-flecked landscape with a head loll.
There's a band down there somewhere, through all the tape wobble, through all the stoney haze. And they're rolling surfwise towards a plan for going to the beach, dreaming of sun from afar. I tapped a toe or two three four and put it on again 4/5
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