If, like me, you’ve forgotten what summer feels like, Real Estate is back just in time to remind us.
Despite Atlas being the third in a trio of hazy studio albums, the New Jersey natives haven’t lost any of their original magic. Atlas stays true to the band’s familiar melodies and flawless ability to conjure, each riff summoning endless days of suburban summers and picket fences.
It’s rare to find a band that can repeatedly situate itself in a unique moment, and it’s a moment that is filled once again with a sweetly irrefutable nostalgia. Each of the tracks run together like a lilo on a lazy river, in and out of regrets and reveries. It’s effortless, it’s simple, and it’s Real Estate: music’s answer to vitamin D pills, the cold beer you wish you had by Monday lunchtime, and the voice that says “Hey, it’s going to be OK.”
