Fraternal Californian outfit Cones may well have honed both their licks and their chops touring with erstwhile Fiery Furnace Eleanor Friedberger, but with such lustrous songs as Echoes On at their fingertips, Jonathan and Michael Rosen shan’t be kept in the shadows for a great while longer, I wouldn’t have thought. For a faintly melancholy number reminiscent of Luke Steele’s kitchen-sink chansons (pre-daft headdresses and dafter electro-pop dross, of course), it hears the pair build upon the blithe, slightly more psychedelic successes of Whatever You’re Into before it, to definitively prove themselves as pre-eminent draftsmen of aestival indie fare. A most welcome aesthetic come the onsetting autumn months, needless to say…
First Transmission: Cones, Echoes On.
