Cloying vocal harmonies, ratty guitar riffs, and a giant nod to bubblegum make this new album by Oakland’s PRIMITIVE HEARTS a must listen. This trashy pop trio excels at producing short but sweet songs that’ll be stuck in your head the way taffy sticks to teeth, that shit ain’t coming out anytime soon. Ooooooh oooooooh oooooooh this record sounds like west coast suntans and boardwalks and ice cream cones oooooooh ooooooh oooooooh. You get the picture, now go fill the kiddie pool on your porch with beer, play this record so loud that your neighbors complain and let the summer begin!