Joe Pernice's first "band" album in four years, recorded by brother Bob in Boston and featuring Brit wonderkid James Walbourne on chiming guitar: a not-atypical confection of old-world indie power-pop with bits in, as you'd hope.
It's an awkward, articulate world they're describing. No room for winning values here. Fans will delight in the Anglophilic melodies and arrangements which serve the songs not the gods of look-at-me attitude. Whether they will like the brevity is another matter. Ten songs, average length three minutes.Reuse content