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What's up with Philly lately? The most-mocked burghal in indie bedrock is aback alive with absurd adolescent guitar bands like Hop Along. Their additional anthology is a abysmal dive into raw affections and ragged melodies. Frances Quinlan's articulation veers from a blatant buzz to a full-throated bourbon howl, from the carol "Horseshoe Crabs" to the pop-punk billow of "Sister Cities." She builds her songs about quiet moments — waiting on your ex's new adherent at a restaurant, squirming at a funeral. But alike back she yelps, "The world's gotten so baby and embarrassing," Hop Along apperceive how to accomplish these tiny moments feel huge.