We get a lot of crap CDs at the self-titled offices. But once in a while, a pleasant surprise slips into our promo stack. Here’s a recent delivery that knocked the s/t staff on its collective ass:
The Vibe: Steady plumes of smoke don’t just hang over Peaking Lights’ breakthrough LP; they engulf it, right alongside humidified hooks, dubby breaks, and grooves that are locked at the indestructible level of Fort Knox. Every song seems endless in the best way possible, too—a black hole so beautiful you can’t help being pulled into its overwhelming orbit.
RIYL: Dust-caked drum machines; learning how to direct your own dreams; artists who can actually get away with calling a song “Marshmellow Yellow”