Sleepy Sun‘s sound is as disparate as its origins. From the band’s bio:

“Sleepy Sun is a California band from many Californias. They hail from the rolling oak and sage hills of Sierra Gold Country, The San Francisco Peninsula, and the forever-sunshine climes of the Southland. They came together—young and garage strutting in the coastal Northern California crucible of Santa Cruz.”

Similarly, Sleepy Sun is psychedelic rock, a tolerable bit of folk, some heavy metal, and good old-fashioned rock and roll.  It is drums and harmonica, choir-like choruses and distorted guitar. There is a lot going on, but it all works together and you, dear listener, will never be bored.

Fever, in true Sleepy Sun form, is amorphous. It eludes simple definition in the way of all inspired works of art. The album is one whim after the next, riding the wave, the tracks blur into and out of one another. Sometimes it sounds like another time and place, sometimes it sounds decidedly current, but either way always relevant.

I could suggest to you at this point in the discussion the not-to-be-missed tracks, but in this case that seems like an old cliché. Listen to Fever as a whole, in order. This album is more about moments.

Sleepy Sun :: Ooh Boy