It's more lo-fi, lazy summer music in the vein of Real Estate. Guitars jangle and interweave, beach bum vocals echo, and the tambourine rattles with glee. Unfortunately, Beach Fossils is so sun-bleached it virtually dissipates, as there's little substantial about the melodies, lyrics, or any insight on the band itself. The album's psychedelic fog and easy aesthetic are certainly chill to the core (and for that lo-fi summer sound I'm absolutely a sucker) but as each melody meanders by in about the same fashion as the last, the album progresses by walking in place.
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