I haven’t listened to an indie pop album in years. There are a couple of reasons for this, mostly obvious - I haven’t been in an Urban Outfitters in a minute, the genre kinda sucks, I lack the requisite sunny disposition to really own the fandom. And yet, the temperature moves inexorably towards hot as hell and my tastes shift, feverishly and unpredictably, to match. Part of this is functional: more walking around in the heat banishes, uh, Huerco S. (or whatever scratches your personal dark, brooding Dude itch) to nighttime drive listening exclusively. Meanwhile, the people I can see from the window of my room are heading to the beach! Would that I could swim, would that I could tan. Perhaps I’ll just put on my sunglasses and spin Yours Conditionally once more.

Highlights: Please Don't Ruin This for Me, Fields of Blue, Matrimony