“Familiarity breeds contempt.”  There’s probably few places where that is more true than in the world of indie music snob bloggers.  We are constantly looking for the next crisp sound–the next band who can take something ordinary and give it a subtle, peculiar, or even violent twist.

At least most of the time.

Nothing on Philadelphia’s In Grenada is going to blow your brain out.  It all hues pretty tightly to the indie rock formula pioneered by The Arcade Fire, but at the same time, the album delivers.  In spades. This is a tight, polished, and musically impressive debut.  It’s dense, muscular, and rich, with especially rewarding interplay between the vocals and the rhythm section.  I imagine these guys are amazing live.

Hills (Flooded Valleys)

Distance and Temptation

It Doesn’t Matter

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