
If any single can make the summer solstice sweeter, it is the saturated, surfy, and sun-bleached earworm, Dreaming Again (Here Comes Summer) by Jack Rush, an accomplished singer-songwriter whose sound refines the jangly, psychedelically nuanced essence of 60s and 70s pop and rock by rooting it in 90s indie rock swagger.
Far from Oasis-esque posturing associated with 90s indie, this temperate dream of a release practically demands radio A-list placement with its sticky-sweet soul and tender swells of organic euphoria.
As much of a visual experience as an aural one, Dreaming Again leaves you with woozy, sepia-tinged Polaroids of oceanscapes, top-down car rides, and Woodstock-esque festival joy breezing by on the melodies, implanting idyllic faux memories in your mind that you will be determined to replicate as soon as the mercury starts to rise.
Underpinning the reel of picturesque summer escapades, there is the bitterness of mourning connections that dissipated in spite of lingering affection; the ultimate reminder to keep hold of what matters when it grows cold.
Dreaming Again (Here Comes Summer) is now available to stream on all major platforms, including Spotify.
Review by Amelia Vandergast