Rating: NN
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L.A. triumvirate the Radar Bros. are totally those dudes who’d hotbox themselves into a skeevy bedroom in high school and practise guitar riffs along with old Floyd, Beatles and Neil Young albums. Their fourth LP has a nice hazy Cali-pop quality, with frontman Jim Putnam’s filtered vocals drifting dreamily atop whammy bar swirls and sporadic spurts of retro keyboards, but every track plods along at the same laid-back pace, and the melodies are so similar as to be indistinguishable. While lyrical musings about mortality framed in entomological and botanical metaphors add interest, the whole shebang is one idea carried over 13 songs – like an entire album of Hey Jude.
The Radar Bros. float into the Horseshoe Monday (April 18).
