It’s pretty well documented that I very much like the Tranzmitors. (See the cover of issue #42.) Imagine the best of powerpop—Jam to Buzzcocks to Exploding Hearts—and rearrange those delicate, perishable elements so they don’t collapse, break, or tear. The Tranzmitors have figured out how to do that. It’s sort of like watching scientists make microchips; although you can observe them in the process, you still can’t really see how the magic is made. Yet the results, in the Tranzmitors’ capable hands, are more than apparent when the needle hits the vinyl. That said, these four songs are “on the couch.” I could easily see these songs being played by the band, not once getting off of the couch. (You know, like in a video, or sitting in the studio jamming.) These tracks are all pretty laid back. Not bad at all; just a warning if you’re expecting some “can’t stop shaking my ass” numbers.