The Juan MacLean and One Day feel like the smartest thing on the floor.
Pete Christianson
Your inbox is ugly and the sun is out.
While you’re cycling to the record shop.
The weather turns muggy and your inbox looks rude.
The guitars crack with bar-band grit.
Sounds like a summer radio takeover waiting to happen, and it.
The track snaps with wiry guitars and a bruised-but-driving rhythm.
When the fan is rattling and the windows are open.
Passion Pit and “Little Secrets” land like a neon shot of summer.
The mix stays lean and neon-bright.
My favorite Indie Rock songs from the past year.
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The arrangement stays close and clean: warm acoustic strums.
The mix feels warm but not blurry.
Each part sitting just far enough apart to leave frost in the gaps.
The coffee goes cold and the inbox keeps blinking.
The afternoon gets foggy and your inbox starts acting rude.
Blitzen Trapper’s “Furr” lands like the freshest thing on the dial.
The Temper Trap arrive with Sweet Disposition.
Cardinology is still new enough to feel like a secret.
