Nothing feels better than listening to a record that feels like a perfect discourse between the present and past. Alvvays’ self-titled release on Polyvinyl is this sort of record that instantly feels like a familiar friend returning to say hi. Molly Rankin’s vocals spin a sweet and dreamy quality over tracks that recount feelings of heartache, frustration, uncertainty, and confrontation. Sometimes we tell stories to either understand or dispel our thoughts, Alvvays’ song fill like a little of both — relishing in the general satisfaction of shared tragedies (of the daily variety, though no less agonizing at times). For those looking to get a sonic equivalent, the Toronto quintet evokes the sort of lo-fi quirky pop quality of the short-lived, though much beloved Heavenly or the northwest’s Velocity Girl mixed with the dream-pop composition of Veronica Falls or Dear Nora.
Listen here: Alvvays – Alvvays
If you live in Chicago, they are playing at Beat Kitchen later tonight. It should be a lovely evening.