BEST COAST: CALIFORNIA NIGHTS
So hey, look “important” music lovers, this is Best Coast—don’t go getting yourself into a tizzy because the lyrics are simple, and the music is poppy. It’s like being mad at a chocolate chip cookie for being sweet. The real issue here is that you’re probably a drag at parties and don’t like fun. (Or apparently cookies.) Besides, if Best Coast sat down and wrote a catchy album about the injustices of the world, they’d be called Bad Religion, and that real estate has already been bought and that name has already been taken. Maybe cut Bethany Cosentino and Bobb Bruno a little slack because California Nights, the duo’s third full-length album, is far too good to be dismissed based on the depth of its lyrical content. Or lack thereof, depending on which side of the Best Coast love fence you’re sitting. I mean, no one besmirched the Beatles and their “yeah, yeah, yeahs”, and no one should besmirch Best Coast and their sugar-coated heartbreak. Their first album, Crazy For You, with its serious lo-fi action and teenage-diary lyrics (complete with an obsessive love of cats, weed and boyfriends) may be beloved for its stripped-down sound, but California Nights is like a real adult now, and ready for some stadium rock-sized love. Basically, Best Coast are the contemporary version of Cheap Trick, a band primed for mass consumption and adoration. And really, what’s the fault in having or wanting that? “Feeling Ok,” which opens the album, has Cosentino earnestly singing, “I know it’s love that’s got me feeling OK,” so it’s no surprise then that every song here wants, needs, loves, and has the power to shimmer and dazzle. And with their soaring harmonies and stacked layers of Wall of Sound-esque guitars, they’re sing-a-long catchy, as well. Maybe just give California Nights a hug and embrace it for what it is: the perfect soundtrack for your endless summer nights.
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