Boat

I defy you to listen to Boat’s sophomore album, Let’s Drag Our Feet, without engaging in toe tapping, head bobbing or some sort of awkward and embarrassing shoulder jig. Even if you’re not a pop fan, or a lo-fi fan, and even, say, if your dog just got run over by an out of control Chevy pick-up emblazoned with a "Get ’Er Done” bumper sticker, you’re guaranteed to get some measure of enjoyment out of this album. It’s straight-up fuzzy, often silly, lo-fi basement recorded goodness from start to finish, complete with handclaps, cheap keyboards, "ooh ooh oohs,” "la la las” and the occasional well-placed kazoo. Every track on this album is catchy and fun as hell, from the sweet, arcing falsettos of "(I’m A) Donkey For Your Love” to the deconstructed charm and slow-building melody of the disc’s closing anthem, "Cats On The F.M.,” there’s not a dull number. With Let’s Drag Our Feet, the Seattle-based trio have established themselves as a lo-fi force to be reckoned with. Friends, set your shoulders to jig.