L.A.’s Triptides have been a psych-pop fixture for quite some time on the West Coast, balancing their releases between a breezy Byrdsian strum and cosmic touches that can run a ripple through their Nuggets-flecked garage tones. While they’d been pumping out a slew of solid singles lately, the band puts some distance between those for an album that pushes a bit more progressive than they have in the past. Still flirting with those summer sun jangles, with touches of McGuin and even a bit of Buffalo Springfield in the mix in songs like “It Won’t Hurt You,” and “Let It Go,” but they slice much deeper into the gauze of their psychedelic side elsewhere. The vocals become aqueous while the jangles puddle into lysergic pools that hit the psych-pop sweet spot.

Its a more confident side of Triptides. While the trio has long garnered a slew of ’60s comparisons, this album feels like they’re truly beginning to divine those influences for their own strain of shimmer. Organs buzz with anxious glee, strums dive through the heart of the sun and when the band really brews the stew the whole thing goes gooey in the back of the brain as they prove so nicely on “Hand of Time.” What’s particularly excellent is the pacing here. Its not a full-on psych rave up from start to finish. They cool to a smoke-curled crawl on “Shining” and “Moonlight Reflection,” then pull the lever back on the lightshow by the time they into the hip-shake shores of “Now and Then.” If the band could have ever been accused of treading the same ground in the past, here they’re proving that they’ve listened to the deep cuts and can craft a few themselves. Its a new dawn for Triptides and I’m all in to see how high their sun rises.

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