Peach Pit has never been the type to take themselves too seriously, and have always skimmed but never crossed the line of pop. This, combined with their witty sense of songwriting and prolific meme content (above), has shaped the band into an accessible, carefree escape. So, you can imagine why I’ve picked the laid back world of Peach Pit to just dissolve myself in during these uncertain times. Their lyrics set up scenes of very personal, yet tangible moments that, when overlaid with this record’s lax drum beats and heavy reverb, make their lyrics feel like daydreams, available to just reclaim as your own. (Peach Pit definitely strikes me as what’s mine is yours kind of people.) Granted, this record has more than its fair share of heartbreak, loss, regret, and certainly some tendency to sweat the small stuff – but all of the mundane and even downright dark aspects of living have been made light by this poppy take on ‘summer bummer’ style.  And I think that’s something everyone can find some comfort in right now.

But this record’s feat is far beyond just it’s relatability. I will say, I’m a sucker for a soundtrack that effectively makes my reality feel doper than it is (again, I’m not alone in this, correct?), but more than that, what Peach Pit’s done is formed a re-imagined indie landscape for their sound. They’ve gotten even closer now, I’d say, to that middle ground they’ve always edged on, right between the indie and the pop. Their melodies have really perked up – although they’ve kept their sense of angst, this record feels a lot less reeled in than their last. They pull in sounds like neo-psychedelia with “Bryan’s Movie” and wistful slacker rock in “Figure 8” (below), tying in an assortment of  genres to form their quirky charm. And, in Peach Pit fashion, it always is delightfully perceptive and unapologetically unpolished.