Thomas takes off where the late-70s AOR, yacht-rock movement left off. In the most serious fashion Thomas covers the gambit from Jodeci/Guy-jack-swing, Hall-and-Oats-esque yach-synth, and Sade–is-his-operator smoothness. Thomas has attended the Tim Buckley school of singing, accentuating his verses with grunts and hollers, bringing this pop-explosion into an other-worldly palm-tree paradise. There are elements of every pop cliche executed brilliantly and fashionably. It’s tasteful, sexcellent, and most importantly, strange; dripping with creative genius, every channel of pop has been approached from bizarre, acute angles producing unimaginably beautiful results. It’s the soundtrack to an alternate, psychedelic beach party where every dead celebrity is getting down; martinis in their ageless hands tipping their glasses to the young boy riding on the smooth-rock shoulders of pop giants.
Thom Gill - guitar, keyboard, voice
Bram Geilen - bass, piano, organ, voice
Chris Willes - keyboard, laptop
Dan Pencer - flute, tenor saxophone
Matt Pencer - Drum machine, percussion
Felicity Williams - voice
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