Very few records prompt me to immediately fire up the old electronic mail provider service client portal and squeeze off an electronic mail message document to the universe of friends, family and casual aquaintences that occupy my contacts group. But after receiving an advance listen to their debut LP, “Bigfoot,” I sent out a hastily worded ABP, to anyone and everyone, proclaiming this to be the album of the summer.
“High School Lover,” is a shining example how it immediately made me picture a Dominican man lopping off coconut tops right here in my living room, despite the song actually being about the exchange of those craftily-folded notes back in the eleventh-grade. Ahhh, innocence.
Let’s get back to those liquor drinks in decapitated tropical fruits. Come on summer, bring it.