I don’t think that it is too much of a stretch to say that at least one member of the band listens to a little April March, if not even some early Françoise Hardy or Chantal Goya. This is a disc full of surfy yé-yé interpreted through modern American indie. I don’t know what surprised me more, whether something like this is out there or that it’s on Asian Man. Not bad, but nothing I’d have thought to seek out, partially due to the fact that I wouldn’t have imagined anyone doing anything like this.
–Vincent (Asian Man)