As if they were the anti-Wavves, Brooklyn's Beach Fossils wring from their kick-back, lo-fi stoner beach pop impossibly clean, intertwining guitar lines that loop and loop and loop and . . . Well, they loop to the point that, as you listen, you feel as though you were lounging on a floatie, as gentle waves take you no place in particular. It's hypnotic stuff, with bass lines that recall such disparate influences as New Order and Galaxie 500, and leader Dustin Payseur's too-tired-to-give-a-shit vocals drenched in reverb. On the band's self-titled debut, Payseur opens the record with, "Well, I can hardly stand / But I really don't care to know / And you can take my hand / But I don't care where... More >>>