Eternal Summers
Correct Behavior

THE REVIEW

Ahh, the eternal summer. Being twenty and not feeling it. Rather, being sixteen forever. Suspended in emotions larger than us. Desire to grow up, go away, run far from me. This fresh skin wants to remain forever fragile, not knowing what responsibilities are. The suffocating holidays, the buzzing and the smell of frying mixed with that of sun-scorched asphalt. The dreams, so many, just beginning to crash on the waves of the sea where we blissfully relieve ourselves, but it's too calm for them to start dissolving.

And this album is for those like me who have drowned in that sea, for those who will always be kids, for those so wretched to let the sea boiling inside them turn against them. It's a dream, an endless summer, immaculate and innocent heat over everything, like a powerful noise, like this wonderful sound. Just a guitar, a bass, and drums are enough to give shape to the dream, to go back to breathing deeply immersed in the salty water. And I don't want to wake up anymore. No, mom, dad, don't wake me up anymore, I don't deserve it, I don't deserve that mug with cocoa and sugar gently dosed inside waiting for me in the kitchen.

Leave me here, here I can breathe. "“Mom and dad please you can never enter, shut the back door, put your record on, it’s just where you belong”, the seductive voice of Nicole Yun knows how to make you fall in love even when it scratches, and if this cocktail of power post garage dream punk in teen sauce wasn't enough, there's also a track for the Unknown Pleasures generation, which I read somewhere would fill the ranks of those who should understand music but have no ears for 21st-century music. Listen to this “Girls in the City”, try to listen to it and try yourselves to return to being kids without preconceptions, without adult nonsense.

For the rest, the story of these now 30-somethings producing elixirs of eternal perdition is already written, a band that has isolated itself along with others to play for years, sends their recordings to the label hoping it doesn't ruin them too much, and lazily couldn't care less. This is the pristine recipe to remain forever immersed in the warm waves of adolescence.

I am sixteen, this is my music, I close my eyes and fall in love, finally I can breathe again.