Let’s get lost in this feeling like we’re never going to die. Make it soft, like we’re dreaming. Cross my heart. Stab my eye. You’re the perfect high. Let’s get caught in this weird thing of too alone or too alive. All this junk could’ve killed me. But I’m not dead. And you are why. You’re the perfect high.
Montreal psych-pop veterans sound as infectious and hypnotic as ever on their seventh LP, slinging jangly riffs and bright vocal harmonies. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 14, 2024