BAD WEATHER CALIFORNIA
Bad Weather California packs several decades’ worth of good vibrations into a compact package. That goes for the sun—the thematic centerpiece of this aptly named album—and for the half-century of sounds these Denver dudes draw from. With its slippery bass and unlikely blend of wah-wah and chicken-scratch guitars, opener “I’ll Reach out My Hand” kicks things off in a funky fog. From there, the band tries “Tequila”-style ’50s rock and rides “Beast of Burden”-era Stones grooves; on “Freaks and Geeks” they let loose with some mangy punk. For the first 30 minutes about the only thing missing is that irresistible bass line from the Supremes’ “You Can’t Hurry Love,” but no worries—by album’s end it appears, beach-party sax in tow.