The Trappers are one of those groups that throw everything at the wall and most of it sticks in your mind and hardly none of it stinks! The name is cute until you realise these Portland hillbillies have trapped Rudolph’s best mate and it’s only you who can save them! By the third track (the Shins-aping Futures & Folly ) you forget about all that though. You might even give pause and reflect on how weird you felt when you wrote your Blitzen rescue plan, but rest assured everything is going to be alright. After some old-fashioned mountain pop honey, the group try their hand at power pop and it comes off like the nitwit stylings of the Dandy Warhols. They regain their cred towards the finish line, flexing Deerhoof art-rock muscle, lighting up the atonal guitar fireworks ala Pavement’s Wowee Zowee and chiming in with some sweet, pre-pubescent Alex Chilton ballads.
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