Is it the analog synthesizer flourishes, or the gentle delivery with an aggressive intent, or the seamless shuttling between disparate elements that shouldn't work together? The band sounds perfectly familiar, yet completely its own thing.
Another solo pop genius wunderkind, blasting it out of the water with a summery mix of rock and psychedelia.
A dynamic collection of mostly-short funky jazz instrumentals, with a full horn section and a driving beat.
No denying this band exists in a dual space of Gen X ridicule and genuine nostalgia. The new album is filled with the same sunny indie-rock wink-and-grin disposition that rightfully earned them the title, broadcasting into/from the airwaves of 1994.