Music
Count Yer Lucky Stars
What, was Spray Davies already taken? On their second record, this amiable Atlanta quartet borrow the keenly stacked harmonies and unpolished yet precise pop licks of the Beatles‘ Cavern Club days, but their newfound psychedelic, meandering impulses nudge them closer to the Kinks and Yardbirds than to the Fabs; the viola cries and distended tango pulse of Esmarelda may have fit on Village Green Preservation Society. Gringo’s very modern garage-rock bedrock supports the experimentalism well, and hopefully the band will follow their colorful curiosity beyond these forebears.
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