Debut from true Californian son Matt Adams, heir to the home demo tradition lit and left to smolder by kids like Emitt Rhodes, who everyone thought was Paul McCartney under a fake name. With Matt, people wonder if it’s Ray Davies—and certainly Matt loves his Kinks—but when he made this record, it was just him and the kind of private bedroom studio you can stay in for a week without noticing if the sun is even still rising. Ocean-adjacent dreamers like Skip Spence and Dennis Wilson would understand.