I’m puking from my fever now, but I think this 7” is really sweet. It might be the meds or the flu, but The Perennials got a great dreamy, flowing sound. It could be anxious teenagers strumming and playing with energy over authority (that’s big in my book), or it could be my head swirling, thinking about 1960s sock hops with local bands tearing it up. I do hear lyrics about girls not needing love anymore and trying to remember memories. Shit yeah, man. I think this is honest, kickin’ garage-pop rock. I asked my wife to make sure: “Hell yeah, this is happy.”
–mike (Eradicator)