It's been quite some time since any hazy, gaze-y stuff's had a shoe-in around and about these parts although when you're struck with something as vestal and virtuous as Orange County's
Sweet Valley Slumber Party it pierces through the glum murk of the darkest of dance with intense scorch. A sweltering sub-3-minute flare of ingenuous twee (good twee, mind) the aptly named Virgins is as sweet as any dulcet mid-afternoon snooze and as disenchanted hums of "You're gone; So wrong/ So right; So wrong" curl up about a soporific bass persistency and pawn-shop guitar, it's unthinkable not to drift off into a dreamy state of soft fondness.
