Its self-titled debut did much of the same, but with more subtle production and a hazy, psychedelic tone, Turns does it all the better.
It acts like a connect-the dots between the best and brightest of that era of rock n roll, linking The Velvet Underground (No Disguise) to The Zombies (We Cant Always Agree) and The Kinks (Its Love) to Sam Cooke (I Should Have Been Better). One would assume some tacky monstrosity of peace signs, free love and tie-dye, but instead, Turns feels plucked from some humble rock club of the 60s rather than pieced together using some Woodstock for Dummies guide.
Only with musicianship so honest and outstanding could an act pull off such a feat.
Singer/guitarists Taylor Johnson and Chris Anderson take turns delivering understated lines in a sonically lush tone over impeccably tight rhythm and hooks from the rest of the gang. All in all, its remarkably authentic, with neer even a moment feeling out-of-place. Turns is as much a time warp as it is an album one hatched on vinyl, of course. Joshua Boydston