With its mix of vocal harmony, acoustic guitars, and brushed percussion, 's debut recalls the lush, cuddle-up-in-bed indie folk of and . takes strength from its two young songwriters, both of whom approach love and coming-of-age issues from their own gendered perspective. plays the part of the quirky ingenue, her vocals fluttering like a young over homespun melodies and gauzy instrumental backdrops. "I blame you, Hollywood," she softly chastises, "for showing me things you never should show a young girl." Strings and glockenspiels chime in the background, swirling around the refrain before giving way to where brother details an awkward encounter with the fairer sex. He matches his sister's soft, unadorned croon throughout the album, whether he's helming G-rated material like (sample lyric: "There goes the gal in the pretty skirt with the golden smile") or planning a visit to a friend's house for the sole purpose of getting stoned ( ). Drug references notwithstanding, the bulk of this debut revels in its own adolescence, focusing on fairy tale folk songs and pastoral imagery. For those who have a taste for such fanciful material, is an appropriate soundtrack for lazy Sunday afternoons and slow Monday mornings, when the pace of the world matches the relaxed gait of this band. ~ Andrew Leahey