It’s Friday night. You’re sprawled out on the couch in a faded Teenage Fanclub shirt, smoking a roll-up cigarette and waiting for something decent to come on the television. This is Sleepy. The 90’s slacker dream in full fruition. Infectious, melodic, fuzzy, sweet and ah, dreamy (which, of course, goes without saying). Combined with the ability to craft immaculate pop songs, this is some seriously beautiful music. Sleepy’s Sydney home base is no stranger to this sound. Evan Dando pinched some of his best songs from there (See: Smudge, who Sleepy have been handpicked to support on occasion) and you can find it within its suburbs, in a dingy pub on a Sunday night, over watered down beer and cheap pizza.Following last years ‘Hit and Run’ 7”, Sleepy are set to release their debut self-titled EP. This is one of those classic EP’s – short, concise and so damn perfect that the minute it finishes you find yourself looping it, spending more time with it than you would with a full-length album. Shimmering guitar and syrup-sweet vocal harmonies, with driving bass and drums make for an impeccable force of pure pop. Sleepy hold a unique ability to not only give a healthy nod to the past but, through their color-drenched pop, hold a distinct personality they can call their own. Eat yr fucking heart out, listen to Sleepy. |
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