Bronx Sniper

Mister Heavenly makes indie rock that feels like it’s always been here—no pretense, just hooks and noise that stick in your head for weeks. There’s something about the way they layer guitars and vocals that reminds me of early Wavves, that same sun-drunk energy but with more teeth. The production is clean enough that you can hear what they’re doing, but rough enough that it doesn’t feel polished to death. Songs like this one have a way of becoming soundtrack to whatever you’re doing—driving, thinking, wasting time—and suddenly you realize you’ve had the same four minutes on repeat for an hour.