Pop music gets a bad rap these days. For whatever reason, the public has hooked onto music that is not only lacking in melody or songcraft but also hides its singer's voice behind layers of autotune and vocoders, to me the musical equivalent of poorly lit chroma-key in cheap CGI effects.

But it wasn't always like this. Pop used to mean elegantly crafted instrumentation, a commitment to beauty in sound and melodic instinct. To my mind, all modern pop music has descended from three sources: Motown, ABBA and the Beach Boys (I'd throw in a plug for Simon and Garfunkel as well, but their sound isn't archetypical so much as timeless). Treefight for Sunlight has learned the lessons from all those sources, and has created the perfect pop record.

It's rare when you get this feeling, when you hear a record and it just lifts you up, not because it's twee or upbeat, but because it's just so damn pleasant to listen to. Because it rewards re-listening with unexpected discovery. Because the harmonies are so perfectly aligned that it would actually take hours to pick apart the different lines.

The weakest tracks here (and I definitely mean weakest as a relative term, there aren't any bad songs on the record) wear its influences too obviously. While I loved 'What Became of You And I' when I first heard it as a single, in the context of the album it stands out because it wears its references to overtly; you could easily imagine it on an album by The Turtles, or on Pet Sounds. The band is far more enthralling when they've taken their influences, thrown them into a cauldron, and emerged with a witches brew of their own making.

So do yourself a favour and check out the album. Listen to 'Rain Air' and let it wash over you, I can almost guarantee you'll be dancing to it for years. You won't regret it.

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