The Poly Shores new self titled record opens to disorienting funnels of yeah yeahs and moaning guitars. From there we get into a very hip album with a tendency towards the capital c Cool at every turn. The instruments are delightfully lazy, the bass line is cloaked in wayfarers, the vocals are strung out, this whole thing is so Williamsburg that you’ll be surprised and excited it’s oozing off of our neighbourly twin city! Calgary’s Poly Shores. Skip ahead to “Summer #9” and you have a seriously twanged out punk jam with a disenchanted dead pan croon on the hook. Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah! If you usually get into this kind of stuff, which I usually don’t, then you should love this, cause I think it’s pretty great.