Ther from Philadelphia make a Folkish sound that probably could be called Bedroom Pop and harks back to Moldy Peaches most of all. Staunchly asserting that the meek will inherit the earth, they're the Republic declared By Juno and Paulie Bleeker after they finally find their way to each other's arms.
Latest album, (wait for it) a horrid whisper echoes in a palace of endless joy, is nine, cutesie songs of childish ennui. All rather lovely.
This follows well established rules of this sub genre of Twee. Music yearning back to the dawn of life. Bedtime stories and fairy tales. Ther have mastered this particular artform. Thanks again to Darren Jones for directing me to here.
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