This is the slow lane. Gal Gracen gets a here sly here weird here graceful grooov going on in a setting sun vista of glory. Bass lines cat walk while guitar goggles are donned with much pleasure and relaxation. The opening track is a treat, though uncharacteristic of the rest of this pop endeavor. Hopefully a record in the vein of the opener appears in the future. That said, if you’re a little glowbug for lofi pop freedom, just wait out that gorgeous gazer in the front and you will find a treasure chest of jams with your totem all over them.