The Fat Angel Sings

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On their second album, these Chicagoans bring the goodtime bar-pop no doubt, but there’s a higher level of tune smithery here than your best bro’s band, not to mention one sick-ass drummer. That debated bump-up in production was just what the band needed to expose their super-strong, shiny hooks and brief, melodic, flowery byways they skid onto. Speaking of which, all that touring honed them into a tight little gang live too.