Headlights - Some Racing, Some Stopping [2008]
Posted by admin on July 10th, 2008
Headlights’ second album Some Racing, Some Stopping is a whole bunch of fun. The group builds on the promise of their first album and consolidates their strengths into a peppy, pretty and satisfying romp through ten songs that will have fans of light and breezy indie pop smiling like crazy. The album is split between up-tempo tracks perfect for indie night at your local teen club, happy go lucky songs with glockenspiels, and sweeter than sugar ballads that might nudge your heartstrings but never tug too hard. All delivered with a huge cheery cherry on top in the form of Erin Fein’s feather light and lovely vocals (though Tristian Wright’s aren’t bad but they are more workmanlike where hers are heavenly). Almost every song Read the rest of this entry »
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