Now this is some catchy goodness – Woody Whatever! I’d send (a copy that is – I’m keeping my own) this one to any of my friends who ever mentioned a love for the Twin Atlas (hear: “Drive an Uncle Through the Mountains:), a head nod towards Mazarin or a general fascination with duos that make sounds a band of five wished they could. Handclaps*, harmonies (”I Booked a Flight”) and a steady flow of casio-tinged beats – Woody Whatever are rockin’ the proper set of influences from the past 30 years. I’m guessing there are some Zombies, a few Beach Boys and maybe even some Danzig GBV laying around the house. The notes contained in this eleven-song player reveal two Ohio!ans with the last name Schmall – so be it brotherly love or just a really bizarre series of pairings, this album is to be cherished and enjoyed over fancy drinks and choice snacks. Woody Whatever may be the last American band, you won’t have to worry about drawing comparisons to Radiohead, ’cause it’s likely they haven’t even heard of Thom Yorke & Co.. If you do get into discussion with front Woody Erik Schmall, bring up the Action – that’s where the love begins. Yes – The Great Pop indeed. If you’ll excuse me – there’s a Woody Whatever back catalog that needs me to find it. *Those NOT in favor (bastard) of a healthy dose of “electronic handclaps” may want to steer clear of this one – but I wouldn’t advise missing The Great Pop no matter what your preference. Yep.

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