LA's Oregon Bike Trails recall in name and practice something that happened a long time ago. The sound, wistful and echoing, recalls Grizzly Bear if Droste and Rossen liked to dance a little. "High School Lover" relies on a taut little piano progression, sweet pebbled drums and vocals that emerge unpredictably on the tonal scale like the defendants in musical game of whack-a-mole. Their name evokes a video game that any early 80s baby played on floppy disk and the lyrics describe Elizabeth, who could be anyone, and why she rides on someone else's bicycle when she refuses the be the eponymous. It is nostalgia, bitter and pretty, and in this case, very well done.
