“Hush” is the sound of reconciliation, an acceptance that things are how they are for a reason.
Hypnotically repetitive and gloriously syncopated, "Vamos Pal Guaso" is captivating and liberating.
“Big City Women” is a tale of woe and disillusionment wrapped up in soft guitar and upright bass, a lament of the anonymizing power of the city in a homey package.
"Teenage Hallelujah" is the quintessential Southern rock song, dusty and distorted and frenetic.
Jordan DePaul’s electric country has rightfully turned heads, and the young singer’s fierceness makes for a captivating listen.
There’s a reason the Beatles were so popular back in the day, and the Conquerors’ excellent approximation of that success is ample proof why.
Guitars yelp and wail over Slankard’s affected snarl, purely-distilled verve animating their dizzying distortion.
We’re past the point of applications for “song of the summer,” but the burst of energy that is “Skinny Dippin” fills in the end-of-summer lull quite nicely.
"I'm in Love" is pretty much what you'd expect from these Scottish indie vets -- timeless college rock with an irresistible AM radio sheen.
How you gauge the success of this track depends on how satisfied you are with Beach House simply sounding like Beach House.