If it has not been properly proven before this point, as a whole, I attempt to expose you, the fine readers of Sound on the Sound to music you might not stumble upon in your own searching.  I know I seem to miss out on plenty of big, beautiful music, but I do so intentionally.  Though it may spinning on repeat on my record player, I want this blog to be a place of undiscovered treasures, both for your sake (you snappy folk you) and for the sake of the undiscovered (some of them not snappy at all, downright dirty if you ask me).

With that said, The Besnard Lake’s, huge spinning asteroids of indie love that they are, debut behemoth of an album floors me each and every time it’s droned out Beach Boy’s sound tickles my stirrup.  Even though these musical masters reside on the impressively curated Jagjaguwar and are known by legions of fans the world over, I am a puddle of khaki goo whenever I even think of their flaming horse imprinted first record.

Thus, this, this epic bit of brand new Besnard Lake’s style Beach Boy’s rock turned chamber ballad is not me selling out, it is me effectively and quite quickly blowing your mind.

Press play, lose mind, repeat.

The Besnard Lakes - Albatross