When Real Estate's self-titled debut album dropped two years ago, the bomb shelter that I retreat to in terms of present day music bombardments couldn't keep me safe from this album's sheer magnitude. It's not perfect, but it's as close as one can get in terms of summertime wonderment. Every song was played in heavy rotation, not just at home, or in the car, or on portable mp3 players, or in my head in dull moments of the daily grind, but continuously in spirit, repeatedly all summer long that year. And sure, the band has since drifted away from the sound they initially created, but I'm not necessarily holding the band itself in high regards, just this album. With standout tracks such as "Pool Swimmers" and "Atlantic City", this was a true summertime favorite of mine. Goes good with Saint Arnold Summer Time Pils....
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