The Long Winters may be the most inappropriately named band ever. If ever there was a record that sounded like a Spring day, this is it. I'm sure the irony is not lost on John Roderick. The singer's clever, often cryptic lyrics may be delivered over a tongue snuggled comfortably in one cheek; but when combined with razor-sharp hooks and laser beam production, the resulting songs are gloriously pure. And they will make your body move. So next time you're training for a marathon, or just baking chocolate chip cookies, throw this on your iPod and let the sunshine in.

Tony Peltier