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Rating: That feeling, exactly that one. Picture yourself in a small, cozy bar, comfortably seated on a couch and drinking something warm, a tea, a hot chocolate, whatever you prefer, you watch the street through the large window and see people out in the cold, in the rain, hurriedly rushing towards death while you are there with all the time in the world, enjoying a groove of peace so clear and deep that you could be in the arms of Morpheus or those of the archangel Gabriel with the same goofy smile on your face without feeling the difference.
4 pieces of inspired, contagious, comforting power-pop. With this EP it’s hard not to be convinced by the allure of Surfer Blood's music, as if you see a radiant girl, with that innocent cuteness that you think making love with her would defile her, like tearing petals from a flower, only to discover she’s of a lost perversion.
More calmness since the nearby debut times, there is no longer the turmoil of feedback, they've lowered the distortions and partially set aside the surfboards to go on tour with the Pixies. And you can feel it, crikey, “Miranda” you can bet fills with pride that saintly Buddha Francis Black. “I’m Not Ready” stands on its own, comes out of nowhere, without a chorus and not even a verse, with sensual overdrive loops and the voice of a fully self-aware John Paul Pitts. If “Voyager Reprise” has a pop-rock grace from MTV, “Drinking Problem” playfully jumps into intimate electronics, changing the band’s skin once again.
While I sit here pondering whether all this melody is good or bad, the four from West Palm Beach say goodbye to Kanine to land at Universal, while I feel that feeling, I sip them, sip a talent that grows and doesn’t seem to stop.
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