Maui Tears

California dreamers Sleepy Sun emerged at the tail end of the 2000s playing a mix of freaky British folk, shaggy 1970s metal and sun-dappled AM Gold – too weird to be Fleet Foxes, too straight to be Animal Collective. Their fourth album has all the bluster of arena alternative, but none of the confidence. They're still masters of goopy reverb and brittle distortion, but Bret Constantino's lyrics read like Aquarius pap (or stuff Wayne Coyne would be too embarrassed to tweet): "Outside we can lose our clothes/As vanity carries heavy loads." The only victory here is the 10-minute title track, a shimmering return to their weirdo roots, full of tootling flute and levee-breaking harmonica solos. Stay trippy, kids.

From The Archives Issue 1201: January 30, 2014
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