Strange Shapes, Brooklynites through and through, make fucking power pop. Ridiculously snappy, clear-as-crystal power pop. I’m sorry that it doesn’t contain high-as-fuck bros singing passively in unison over hazy, soaring atmospheric synths with a driving bass thump, since that’s what most people seem to want these days. But I think if we get over our bro-core obsession for a few minutes and listen to “I Found A Rock,” perhaps we’ll be transported to a time where musicians were talented, musical styles were diverse, and “Trend” was some local asshole with herpes that absolutely no one wanted to ride.

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