These L.A. dream-poppers find a porous middle ground between the bird-boned gush of Grizzly Bear and the pushier throb of the National. Lyrics like "Breathing out, hoping to breathe in/I know nothing's wrong but I’m not convinced" give vague anxiety a taut physicality perfect for music strung between tension and release.
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