Summer may have done one for 2010, but that doesn’t mean we can’t still reminisce over those long, hazy nights and baring our pasty legs in oversized shorts purchased from Burton.
This new record from beardy Isle of Wighters The Bees, however, is more likely to get your parents reminiscing over the time they hallucinated green hippos flying over Woodstock in 1967 while donning plastic flip-flops from C&A.
It’s a dreamy, woozy folk-pop fest that floats by like a spaced-out butterfly.
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