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Apollo Sunshine

Energetic and excitable, the aptly named Apollo Sunshine transport listeners back to the '60s, the age of the various Apollo spacecraft, and then bounce around like they were men on the moon.

Their trademark is sunshiny, youthful, exuberant songs. Rarely sitting still for more than a few seconds, they pack their songs with catchy hooks, sweet power pop harmonies, and fuzzed out guitar that harkens back to bands of yore. At their most joyful, the guitars are jangly as all get out and make me want to get out my old Posies, REM, Fastbacks, dBs, and Jellyfish records. It's like a big bag of ear candy containing of everything you ever wanted to order from Not Lame but never did, like those old Yellow Pills compilations. And Apollo Sunshine even dare to steal a few tricks from They Might Be Giants in a few numbers of jaunty nerd rock on Katonah, and also borrow a few quirky flourishes from masters of psych-pop The Flaming Lips (or a few of the Elephant 6 bands.)

Please bop your head along at will; grinning, while recommended, is entirely optional.

Apollo Sunshine - I Was On The Moon When You Were Born

Official site for Apollo Sunshine. Buy Katonah from spinART Records, iTunes Music Store, or Amazon.

Posted by Queen of the Front Row at 03.05.05 at 10:09 AM

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