Mar 28, 2016

Breezy Midwest fields of grain. Intimacy of a house show, but a barn. Airy, not thin, perfect fuzzy pop with toes in possibly both the No Depression and punk pools. Imagine seeing a band with enough warmth in sound to fill a storehouse. You might be the only attendee, but still never feel alone. The root of the experience lies in Laura’s voice, with the songs breathing and swelling forth. Went into this LP with only peripheral name recognition, but fell in headfirst on initial listen. Cocksure being her fourth full-length, cheers to a Neko-esque output future. 

 –Matt Seward (Don Giovanni,