Yes to Whitney. All Whitney everything. The Chicago-based band of brothers, figuratively speaking, rose from remnants of Smith Westerns who took their sound to a place of honey-sweet heartbreak. Their songwriting gushes with an authenticity and wholesomeness whose magnetism will capture anything drifting about it's orbit. While the boys have announced a string of European dates this month, we'll be basking in the melancholy bayou-soul that is "No Woman" until we can catch them stateside.
And we may as well leave the lovely pond-dwelling version of their "Follow" here because, Whitney.