Sounding like a mix between Ariel Pink, Ducktails & early Ween, with a healthy dose of krautrock (ala Electric Sandwich) thrown in there, all melting together on a sunny summer’s day, this lo-fi gem of an album comes to us from the capable hands of Texas native Joe Knight; now a resident of the Bay Area, this album was an extension of him looking around at all the changes which had taken place, (in his own words) “…I had just moved to San Franciso — which is a real, dense city — from Dallas — which is really just a suburb — so I was probably thinking about the built environment around me and how different it was now, and how fucked up it was then…” Although some have tried grouping him into the chill-wave set, I don’t think those comparisons pan out at all--- particularly given the fact that he’s openly admitted to ripping off Chic for much of this album, rather than trying to ape elevator music like some would have you believe. Whatever the inspiration, it’s sloppy in all the right ways, like those door-chimes that sound their lazy call when you enter a liquor store: woozy, weathered & letting one know that good things lay before you…
