Somewhere, in Seattle, there is a factory churning out records specifically for me. Say Hi are the type of band I dream about being in late at night, when I can dare to do so- the type of band that combines the scratchy hooks and slacker ethics of early 90s US indie rock and the navel-gazing musings and new romantic synths of 00s indietronica. And if in this particular case the balance maybe skews a bit too much towards the wrong side of the -tronica half of the equation there, well, no matter. Yes - there is definitely something distinctly Postal-y and Service-y about this record, but again - that’s no bad thing, as any eared and rational person will testify. I mean, how can you resist The Postal Service’s charms? (probably less open melodrama, though- less polish, too) Continue Reading