This sounds like a great lost Bobby Fuller track recorded by a bunch of stoned teenagers on a RCA boombox circa 1987. Which is fine and all; I mean, I like the whole “let’s create an air of nostalgia/mystery/insouciance by sounding incompetent and technologically backwards” aesthetic as much as the next Brooklyn fauxhemian. But wouldn’t be nice to hear a song this solid given the full British Invasion treatment—12-string lead, proper harmonies, audible drums, etc.? Hey bands! Stop playing dumb!
Bottom line, though, is that I can’t get this out of my head. Curse you, Personal & the Pizzas. H/t ZBS.