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The four well-scrubbed gents of Brooklyn's Swimclub have taken great pains to craft a debut worthy of the effervescent, matching outfits' 60's pop they clearly adore, and they largely succeed in crafting a set as pretty as it is perishable. Keeping things tethered to terra firma is a sonorous Stephen Merritt/Jonathan Richman vibe that steeps tracks such as Souvenir and Everything Is Coming Around in a tenor of toothsome melancholy. --Charles Devilbliss - AM New York
According to their website, Brooklyn's Swimclub have re-dedicated themselves to the art of selling out on their debut release. What exactly does that sound like? For starters, a whole lot of fun. The album is filled with all manner of catchy surf-rock riffs and melodies that would be right at home in an old Annette Funicello beach romp. It's an upbeat affair with backing vocals aplenty, including lots of oh oh ohs and da da da-duhs. There's even room for tambourine, hand-claps and drums whose beat at one point resembles a '60s take on My Sharona. Best of all, it doesn't overstay its welcome. The longest song of the bunch comes in at a mere three minutes and 41 seconds, and the whole record is only a shade over half an hour. It goes by quickly, too. If this is the sound of selling out, bring on the corporate ogres. --Michael Cimaomo - Valley Advocate
Strummy, sun-kissed Americana from New York boys in Western shirts with hints of Spoon and Jason Collett... --Philadelphia Weekly
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