In the early 2000s, I knew (read: “smoked weed with”) these guys who were devoted to a ’70s aesthetic. Their apartment offered no clue that the year was any later than 1974. We’re talking lava lamps, corduroy couches, bell-bottom jeans… the whole nine yards. This Velveteen Rabbit record follows the same ethos, and does it with tender power pop melodies to spare. The falsetto vocals send disco ball lights tickling across brown shag carpet, and a few of the songs could play during a slow dance on That ’70s Show. I’m hearing some Big Star Third, late ’60s Who, and a bit of T. Rex when they pick up the pace. This record’s a sweet escape. One might say that, oh, oh, oh, it’s magic! –Chris Terry (