Two boys with guitars, stretching songwriter muscles, reaching for places every on the neck, for notes theyd never played before. Trippy, feelgood pop songs with lightness and rock, from epic, energetic, happy, headbanging days. Laid down in sweet solid state, like instant nostalgia for the world that that would soon be used to be…

Broken nation time! Dark skies over our days, an increased reliance on black-market products. Wanna buy some 5-year old sunshine? With 2020 hindsight, its looking pretty good…

Smash-cut to 2015. Two boys with guitars on their chests, stretching songwriting muscles and finding, to their delight, new possibilities at every run up the neck a new normal every second. This means trading vocal parts mid-song, then trading back again, modulating madly through rhythm changes, looking for a note in the harmony theyd never played or sung before. All in the service of locating the feelgood pop alchemy in a song in which no parts are repeated. Laying it all down with a sweet solid state vibe. Almost like a form of instant nostalgia for the world that that would soon be used to be…

Whatever happened to She Is a Beam!?!, has been a question/passive-aggressive demand from Ty and Cory aficionados over the past few years. This is what happened! It went to heaven and lived a beautiful life there. This is the sound of it. Guitars and harmonies. Helium-coated keyboards. A celestial, Steve Millerish synth transformation. Positivity! Lightness. Rock. Epic. Energetic. Happy, headbanging days.

Milk Bird Flyer is a perfect other A to pair with Shes a Beam, hovering on a fade-in fanfare of gleaming guitar godness before shifting into a countryish tripper with cheerful Psilo-sci-fi-bin lyrics to bend and stretch the ecstatic shuffle of the beat. As with Shes a Beam, Ty and Cory are floating so tight in the harmony that were like, Whos who? But it doesnt matter.

These lost songs are found again, and we feel the same! The pure sounds of yesterday (you know, actually five years ago, but it feels like it, doesnt it?) are bright like a moment in time just waiting for its chance to exist, a nugget of potency landing right between the eyes in any era. Turn it up and smile, smile, smile!