It sounds like something you've heard before. The jangle of guitars and a soft boyish voice is nothing new in indie-music world. But the New Jersey boys of Real Estate turn those played-out elements into a sincere record on their sophomore album Days.
Every song belongs here, and it's done so in a meticulous yet effortless fashion. Opener "Easy" sets the pace of the collection as the perfect soundtrack to drift from season to season. "It's Real" is that summer song that can float on with you well into the dead of winter, humming along with the chorus as the leaves change color.
Wandering guitar licks dribble in and out of "Green Aisles," as the cool, collected voice of Martin Courtney sings of past times, unconcerned for the future. The instrumental "Kinder Blumen" is pretty chill, perfect as you sit on the beach and watch the waves roll in, getting lost in the simple jumble of guitar, bass, drum.
The tempo of Days never really moves beyond a steady head-bop. Though the songs may sound similar in their mid-tempo malaise, it's an indulgence worth repeating. Like eating a bag of chips, you can't stop at just one. Or two or three... Instead of your body filling with regret, you ask for more.
It sounds like something you've heard before. The jangle of guitars and a soft boyish voice is nothing new in indie-music world. But the New Jersey boys of Real Estate turn those played-out elements into a sincere record on their sophomore album Days.
Every song belongs here, and it's done so in a meticulous yet effortless fashion. Opener "Easy" sets the pace of the collection as the perfect soundtrack to drift from season to season. "It's Real" is that summer song that can float on with you well into the dead of winter, humming along with the chorus as the leaves change color.
Wandering guitar licks dribble in and out of "Green Aisles," as the cool, collected voice of Martin Courtney sings of past times, unconcerned for the future. The instrumental "Kinder Blumen" is pretty chill, perfect as you sit on the beach and watch the waves roll in, getting lost in the simple jumble of guitar, bass, drum.
The tempo of Days never really moves beyond a steady head-bop. Though the songs may sound similar in their mid-tempo malaise, it's an indulgence worth repeating. Like eating a bag of chips, you can't stop at just one. Or two or three... Instead of your body filling with regret, you ask for more.