Ridgewood, NJ, a place that has already gifted us a pretty hefty dowry in ensuring that our hand is forever its own in sacred nerdy matrimony, is the haunt of Samuel Franklin’s all day, every day cruisin’ as Fluffy Lumbers – making bighearted, small fidelity baroque garage hard hitters such as the appropriately named “Cruisers” – a freewheeling super-eight whole-life holiday hometaping soundtrack that both coasts along bare backed and no-hands with a windswept, contented hippy nostalgia in its warm mid-tempo guitar washes/bygone era funfair organs and bristles with a growing-painless, sticky fingered child mischief channelled into a delightfully sloppy-chopped punk pop chanted mantra. Feels good.

Fluffy Lumbers – Cruisers

[Photo by Marley ]