When I saw Swimming Tapes take to the stage at The Lexington earlier this year I had no idea what exactly to elect from them. Now, since having received my first dose of them, I just keep wanting more and more of their effortlessly dreamy sounds that are more scrumptious than a handful of the cream you get in the middle of the perfect sponge cake.
The indie five-piece just have something so perfect about their tunes that encapsulates every lovely summer afternoon you’ve ever had, while regaling stories that every last one of us can identify with easily. Above anything els,e they just have a feeling of real authenticity about them – they’re the sort of lads who I bet would help your nan carry her shopping across the street before stubbornly refusing any kind of reward whatsoever. They’re a more calming influence on your mind than any pill could ever be and if you’re able to listen to more than 10 seconds of this track and still feel even an ounce of rage anywhere in your body then you might need to have a quiet word with someone.
Swimming Tapes are exactly the sort of pick-me-up you need to get you through bad times and excellent company for when you’re having an absolute blast. Wonderful, wonderful stuff.
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