From the label that brought you Cerb fav Homeshake, comes another dip into the post-grunge gene pool via the springboard of Mavo. Three rockers made for coasting back and forth in your parents’ rectangular anomaly in a neighborhood of matchstick boxes. This is your last summer of freedom (you’re 37 now, come Fall it’s time to get a job and a wife), so soak up the last vestige of your youth on 7 inches of wax but heed its advice. Tell your future bosses its fine to “Mock Your Accent,” remember to shave your “Horrible Brit Pop Haircut,” and collapse after a long day of imaging the toil and trouble of the working life in “Totally Tired.” Thankfully nothing is plodding or stern with Mavo, just sound advice presented in tightly recorded leisure. Hey white boy, float in the pool while you can. Basement living and a rosy outlook through those tinted rims won’t last forever. Summer’s coming to a close but not until the needle stops tracing the last Mavo play-through.
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