It's oozing Macca melodies
Thanks to his dalliance with the mainstream, whenever a new James Mercer album rolls around nowadays we’re all supposed to kneel at his feet as if he’s the motherfucking messiah. He’s not – but as this proves, he’s still an ace songwriter, oozing Macca melodies and Beach Boys-y summer sheen. Which isn’t exactly a bad thing, is it?
Record label: Aural Apothecary/Columbia