Happiness is a great feeling; Happyness is a great band. The South London trio specializes in lush-yet-breezy indie rock that conjures all sorts of wistful feelings then takes the piss out of them with wry puns and punchlines. Think of it as Sparklehorse’s mournful dream-pop pocket symphonies infused with Pavement’s winking ironic sensibility, or Yo La Tengo if their public sense of humor seeped into their records more often. It’s gorgeous, gregarious stuff, music that immediately ingratiates itself but continues to reveal new layers of beauty with time.
It opens with ‘Baby, Jesus (Jelly Boy)’, which contains lyrics as weird as the title suggests. It’s a beautifully simple and almost idyllic sounding track, letting the guitar drip in like melting icicles. The vocals are whispered over the top, with the line “I’m the motherfucking birthday boy, don’t steal my thunder baby Jesus” standing out amongst the quiet backing.
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