Arnold's prescription for chemical comedown blues could be just what the doctor ordered.
The Poptones regulars are back with a Phil Spector-ish symphonic workout, stuffed to the gills with fey indie warblings, glistening guitars drenched in echo and a complete absence of funk. Think Spacemen 3 without the smacked-out chaos. But it’s still a more-than-pleasant riff, in a floating downstream sort of way. And if you’ve spent the night marching to the beat of the 21st-century techno drum, Arnold’s prescription for chemical comedown blues could be just what the doctor ordered.