Forever Sounds

Swirly and twirly indie, blushing with psychedelia. Even though the arrangements are tuned for a packed arena, the songs implant a feeling of claustrophobia. The songwriting is smeared across a spectrum of emotions, with Walker and Cleaver seeking interpretation over understanding. “Who robbed the wishing well?/ Looks like there’s nothing coming true,” Cleaver chitters in his old-man voice, so earnest that it’s easy to forget there’s a thief afoot. Or is there? The lyrics are too indecisive to arrive at an answer, but keep listening for one. Michael Stipe would feel at home in “Hello, I’m a Ghost.”

[“She’s Killed Hundreds”, “Hello, I’m a Ghost”]