Just when the world seems to be immolating on an August Monday, Peaking Lights drop a slab of wobbly synth-funk to act as Alka-Seltzer on your skull. Some soothing tropically-tinted California glaze about beaches with a dark undercurrent about breaking free of all that haunts you. Noir vs. sunshine in four and a half fluid minutes. The band bringing their florescent liminal sound to lyrical concerns. This is some pretty stuff to burn one over a balcony, and exhale with a sigh.
Their Cosmic Logic LP drops Oct. 7 on Domino. You can pre-order it here.
