By Jim Schutze
By Rachel Watts
By Lauren Drewes Daniels
By Anna Merlan
By Lee Escobedo
By Alice Laussade
By Scott Reitz
Real Estate is from New Jersey—Ridgewood, to be exact, a not-quite-unposh suburban enclave 10 miles from the New York State border.
This isn't exactly Springsteen territory: no muscular odes to running away and screwing and working union jobs till your back breaks. Instead, the quartet evokes the sort of sun-soaked suburbia wherein you hoard your post-wisdom-teeth-extraction Vicodin and snort it all at once on a perfect July afternoon while riding your bicycle and listening to songs full of jangling guitars and weird, reverb-heavy good vibrations.
As such, the band's just-released, self-titled full-length is the perfect soundtrack for an economy in collapse: Legions of overeducated, underemployed college grads are living in their parents' house again with no jobs and no hope, so why not crack that spiked lemonade and start a fucking band already?
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