Between the disco and the dashboard.
Here comes that Celtic chill.
Hot summer soul.
Three is the magic number.
Ear-splitting and equine.
ADHD Atari punk.
Young folk.
Choose your own Trent-venture.
You can tell by the way they walk.
New name, familiar faces, kickass rock ‘n’ roll.
A little less crazy, but still lots of fun.
Duo’s music is greater than the sum of its parts.
Dig yrself.
“Lazy Sunday” meets “Mah Na Mah Na.”
Swede emotion.
Portland’s pop progeny.
Solo Decemberist, a couple hundred hushed fans, and you.
Dumbfounding and deafening.
Add it Up.
Seventh dream of teenage heaven.
