Lana here, on this jacket-less summer day.
I’ve been in London for about a week now…and it’s freaking great. Contrary to popularized bashings on London’s “shit weather” as well as general consensuses that weather conversations are trite, I denounce both of these notions- London’s weather is pleasantly liveable (always aflame with a sort of productivity-injecting breeze), and it is (personally) quite desirable to start chats by listing its multifaceted redeeming qualities.
Despite my growing appreciation for Brits’ weather and apricot-bearing Wensleydale, I do have to say- I miss sad-boy-trodden, moldy-basement Boston. In my search for tunes of romantically expired-fruit desperation, I found my way to San Francisco’s deliciously forlorn High Sunn.
High Sunn’s frontman Justin Cheromiah has played up and down the Bay Area, supporting touring acts such as Nick Hakim, and producing a monstrous wealth of bedroom releases (over 30, to put a number on it). Cheromiah’s lo-fi grit seeps into unabashedly infatuated vocals and complimentarily crooning guitar, all captured within his carpeted bedroom.
But with his latest EP release The Hopeless Romantic, the starry-eyed seventeen-year-old recorded with his live band, and shot his compositions through the illustrious Dylan Wall’s production (Craft Spells, Naomi Punk). This studio release preserves the moldy fuzz of High Sunn’s house show sound, simply fleshing it out with beefy band-backed bridges and surfy-sporadic drumlines. The EP is entrenched in the longing of impossible love, the silent futility of timidity-stricken passion. Filled with the ear-hooking melodies of opening track “Joy of Romance” and single release “Polaroids” as well as the burn-up-in-flames raging closer of “Good Evening,” High Sunn’s Hopeless Romantic is a quite the prodigious summer standout, as well as a gasket-blowing catharsis for all you shy sentimentalists.