A comp as the best album of 2012? Could be.

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The album is accompanied by an article about the Source Family by Caroline Ryder called, ‘Meet The New Aquarians’. You can stream The Thought Adjusters courtesy of KCET Artbound, an LA community television station, right here.

The album is also available in a double-vinyl set, which you can pre-order here.

Have a listen for yourselves below.

Gossamer Tracklist:

01 Take a Walk
02 I’ll Be Alright
03 Carried Away
04 Constant Conversations
05 Mirrored Sea
06 Cry Like a Ghost
07 On My Way
08 Hideaway
09 Two Veils to Hide My Face
10 Love Is Greed
11 Its Not My Fault I’m Happy
12 Where We Belong

The singles released from their upcoming LP foreshadow an formidable follow-up, and I’m impatiently waiting for it. – Jeremy Schaefer

The Primitives – Echoes and Rhymes (2012)
Returning from a few decades off, The Primitives’ newest album is a collection of covers that explore somewhat obscure pop songs from the 1960s. Best remembered for the infectious single, ‘Crash’, the band’s sound and style have always felt steeped in 60s pop and this album offers up some wonderful moments, such as lead single ‘Turn Off the Moon’, originally recorded by Lolita star Sue Lyon. Vocalist Tracy Tracy has the type of voice that can seduce you with sunshine and the melody-driven pop songs of the past are perfectly suited for her. ‘I Surrender’ has all the vibe of the 1967 original, but also incorporates the band’s own past in the indie-pop scene of England.

This combination keeps the album from becoming a retro-fueled curiosity and makes it a strong addition to their history as a band. ‘Time Slips Away’ embodies all of the different sounds, with Tracy shifting gears between verse and chorus in such a way that both the mysterious Mazzy Star and brightness of The Sundays come to mind simultaneously.

If you don’t already own a record player, the potential warmth of Echoes and Rhymes on vinyl might be the reason you needed to clear out some space in the living room and dig up some old 45s. – Jason Lent

Todd Terje – It’s the Arps EP (2012)
Let me begin by noting that I’m not even sure what a genre name like “space disco” even means. A quick Google search brought me to last.fm, which described it as “a short-lived (peak 1977–1979) Euro disco variation associated with synthesizers and science fiction themes.” Pigeonholing Terje’s actual genre is less important than the realization that his latest album, It’s the Arps, is a vibrant creation that sees him take an enormous musical leap forward. Where Terje used to be guilty of meandering and beating tracks into the ground, It’s the Arps finds him exploring plush landscapes with rich enthusiasm that never wanes over the 32-minute running time. What elevates this effort over merely a boisterous romp is Terje’s ability to create a record that feels refreshing in a genre in need of rejuvenation. – Joe Mateo

Pospulenn – Sun People Sleepwalker (2010)
Endless anywhere-but-here-isms lead only to exasperation, for no matter how fervently we renounce our current straits, the very nature of “there” pushes them beneath our step as we march forward. “There” is defined by its stubbornness. Its elusiveness. Because they only glimmer through the prism of distance, we can’t track down the tracts of our mind’s eye — demulcent, dazzling vignettes that grow more distorted with each tilt of the hourglass. There is no venue to uncover, merely a view. Inward. Illusory. This is an entire lifetime whittled down to pleasant fancy. To the imagined. These homesick tokens that we cling to are detached from their original frames, cozy guitar-led interludes cobbled together to project some semblance of an idyllic past we can return to in dawn’s nascent breaths, when the concrete finally gives, when our notions of chronology and geography fritter away, bending to our will, humoring our rewritten history for a few brief moments of repose.

With the rise of the sun, though, comes the fall of our rosy stupor. Every goddamn morning, the holes in our patchwork are revealed as chasms that cannot be bridged. Where are we even quarrying? We’re backpedaling into immutable blind spots. Our craved dissonance, local and temporal, was never built to last. This fog of far has us trapped in the wrong place and the wrong time in perpetuity.

In seeing strictly what we chose to see, this was hollow from the start. We’ve led ourselves astray grasping for the eternally slippery, the destined-for-oblivion, praying at the altar of ever-false hope. We’ve invested EVERYTHING into preserving NOTHING. Nostalgia, once a last bastion of comfort amid the cold day-to-day, has narrowed our slipstream of sights to the point where we’ve sequestered our selves. Though the light isn’t a fabrication, our perception of it has been. Tunnel vision through and through. Look again, with eyes open. A sea of parallel visions. Kaleidoscopic swaths and washes unwinding behind the sheen, just as lustrous as the Emeralds we’ve long focused in on, but lighter, livelier, fuller, warmer, closer, truer, unburdened by the weight of our own knavery.

We’ve remembered this all wrong. – Vinh Cao

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