Since Charles continues to inform us on horn-ball club bangers and gratuitous sex jamz, I figure it's a good time to take a step back to a much more innocent time, when teenage lovers shared malts and getting "pinned" didn't necessarily mean 'putting it in your stomach like Robotussin." The Explorers Club from Charleston, South Carolina (my compadres present home) specialize in 60's smiley surf pop in the vein of the Beach Boys. And when I say vein, I mean these guys have been tapping Brian Wilson's arms and using his blood to write infectious sugar soaked songs that scream Summer. No joke, these tracks could easily be from the lost SMiLE recordings. The Explorer's Club, who recently signed to Secretly Canadian/JagJaguwar imprint Dead Oceans, will make you feel like a little bit of lemon in your ice water. Brian Wilson would be proud. Mike Love would sue.
The Explorers Club- Forever
The Explorers Club- Last Kiss
No studio trickery here
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