Everybody Come Outside


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.