“In the vast compendium of summer songs, this lo-fi jam by Radical Dads is like lobbing a deflated volleyball back and forth over the net until someone finally admits that summer is over. The frustration, the fatalism, the bony-fist-shaking-at-the-sky comes galloping through guitarist Lindsay Baker’s voice. Her delivery is touched by pain that she cannot place. "And the negative creeps keep coming ”
