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Quarantine gave Laurel Halo’s abstract electronics a more human face by leaving her vocals out on a bare, vulnerable limb.
This cracking lo-fi pop song about a leg wound in serious need of medical attention is such a perfect ringer for a heyday Flying Nun Records single, its makers’ Australian citizenship (and New Zealand adjacency) cannot be pretended away just because they moved here. But Brooklyn’s magnet appeal to bands from around the world is one of the best things about it, letting us effortlessly replace former hometown heroes who’ve moved on. So they're ours now, sorry.
Smart and bittersweet as any Brooklyn band we’ve got right now, Hospitality’s whole first record is super solid. But this ode to pals old and new, with its persistent, locked riff and sophisticated chorus horns, likely made the most playlists in 2012.
Because flannel doesn't go better with any other songs released this year.