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"&lt;wm:embed type=\"related\"&gt;&lt;/wm:embed&gt;&lt;p&gt;California dreamers Sleepy Sun emerged at the tail end of the 2000s playing a mix of freaky British folk, shaggy 1970s metal and sun-dappled &lt;em&gt;AM Gold&lt;/em&gt; &amp;#x2013; too weird to be Fleet Foxes, too straight to be Animal Collective. Their fourth album has all the bluster of arena alternative, but none of the confidence. They&amp;apos;re still masters of goopy reverb and brittle distortion, but Bret Constantino&amp;apos;s lyrics read like Aquarius pap (or stuff Wayne Coyne would be too embarrassed to tweet): &amp;quot;Outside we can lose our clothes/As vanity carries heavy loads.&amp;quot; The only victory here is the 10-minute title track, a shimmering return to their weirdo roots, full of tootling flute and levee-breaking harmonica solos. Stay trippy, kids.&lt;/p&gt;"^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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