It’s like the new garage fixation (Sic Alps, The Beets, etc.) as heard through a foghorn: The Hecks come from a rich tradition, and the duo add a ton of intrigue to their arrangements by way of spacious, well thought-out-but-still-suitably sloppy, slowly building sequences. Vocals straight off a Leisure Birds LP and lots of string-scraping at the top of the guitar neck (does that ever not work?) also bolster the title track of this almost too-sweet 7-inch. The B-side, “The Time I Play With My Puppy,” is even more devilishly fascinatin’, hitching its wagon to a star that ain’t been charted yet and drifting into a comfy strum abetted by uncomfortable high-end feedback. So seemingly aimless, yet so pure and bursting with scalding life. A bit of a noise tangent closes out the flip and we’re done, nice and tidy. Not a 7-inch you’ll soon forget.
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