Whoever happens to be in charge of deciding release dates at Lujo Records deserves the Presidential Medal of Freedom or the Nobel Prize or something roughly equivalent. Maybe a Klondike bar.
I would have liked the Pomegranates’ sophomore album, Everybody Come Outside, whether it came out in June or January, but I love it best as my early-summer earworm. Equal parts Passion Pit and Page France with a dash of the Strokes and a smidgen of something spicy I can’t quite name, the Pomegranates have nailed it in the all-awesome-all-the-time category.
There isn’t a track to skip, only songs to savor.