So this is Summer eh? A holiday in Morrissey’s head perhaps. Let’s all crawl our rain soaked souls into Ariel Pink’s battered old radio and feel some sunshine melodies on our limbs. With his exasperating, infuriating attitude to moderate Pitchfork-style ‘success’ (his petulant contemptuous live antics) it would have been easy for Mr. Pink to slip violently into a phase of willful, angsty experimentation and turn his back on the open-hearted fun of Before Today.
Thankfully this hazy jumble of Californian jangle is more accessible than ever. It’s sunlight through the slats, a secret whisper that sends a shiver excitement down the spine. It promises an album full of sweet stomach flipping treats in the mould of those forgotten 60s garage bands. Echoing the addictive enchantment of the Nightcrawlers Little Black Egg whose catchy chords beg to be played on a loop, it tumbles lazily into your heart with a winning frivolity that sees him continue on his journey from lo-fi hauntology master to pop’s most discerning and interesting curator.