Atta Boy
Resurfacing like cicadas, L.A.-born Atta Boy has never been in a hurry. Instead, responding to some strange seasonal instinct when it comes to recording, their unique, beguiling, comforting, and yet aching blend of pop-Americana seems to arrive in waves, well-formed, fully-gestated, yet hungry and soul-searching. Mixing indie influences with coffee-shop confessionalism, the quartet first found eachother in the hazy days of high school. Navigating the high-strung emotional peaks and valleys of American adolescence, this close-knit crew shaped those experiences into a considerably mature debut, 2012's Out of Sorts, to be released before they were old enough to order a drink. And then they disappeared.
The lifelong friends recorded a steller introduction, then, like dandelion tendrils tossed to the wind, dispersed to discover themselves. "I didn't think of myself as in a band," recalls lead singer Eden Brolin, "we'd recorded a record." But the four kept in touch, and the record began to make the rounds like a lazy '78 discovered in a dusty basement, evoking a warm nostalgia that would come to mark the band's particular style. In time, word-of-mouth would carry their debut like a rumor. Evolving from a whisper in first period to an anthem by last-bell, and the fans sprouted-up like wildflowers.