Over the course of three albums, New Jersey’s Real Estate have captured the somber pop of Death Cab For Cutie without throwing a noose around your neck. Atlas highlights the bands expansion from a trio to a five piece. It fleshes out their spit-polished jangle, giving front man Martin Courtney a chance to dig deeper lyrically; harnessing both the frailty of Band of Horses and the nerdy bombast of Built To Spill. Not an easy task.
Atlas sounds like a Sunday at home, complete with a few chapters in a good book and some unannounced day sex. The sort of twenty four hours that come when you need a battery charge. And there’s nothing wrong with that type of love. Grab your dark rimmed glasses, Wall Street Journal, and a coffee…then press play. Embrace it.