Three part harmonies, acid riffs, spliff-induced liner notes; tune into the happening vibes of these four Californian dudes and you might fool yourself that The Summer of Love never really ended after all.
Without the merest whiff of irony or post-modern cynicism, the spirit of the 60s lives on for a band who come all the way from, where else?, San Francisco.
Their unashamedly retro grooves are a mash up of Garage rock and jingle-jangly pop; what the love children of The Seeds and The Byrds might sound like after a fling with My Morning Jacket.
"Will you let your hair grow long?, Do you wear a tie?" are the questions posed on New Moon and my hunch is that the requisite answers are 'yeah man' and hell no' respectively.
Far out.
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