In this age of the resurgence of vinyl, and the old-hat nature of genre-crossover, it is natural that we end up with a sound like Kid Bloom’s, which matches a universal guitar-fuzz with large brush-strokes from the New Wave palette. A subtle dream-pop sensibility informs this hook-laden mid-tempo bounce, and the vocal is at turns both pure, and purely distressed.
A classic style of set-up for the chorus is what rings that bell of cosmic empathy: a shuffled break-down, ascending triplets, and the change hits you like like a blast of cold water. The pulse finds a way through, and eventually the chug of that dirty guitar and the call-and-response of the lead lead vocal pulls you under that blanket of warm reverb.