Manhattan duo Cults’ self-titled debut is all things brilliant and beautiful and awesome compacted into 11 distinct songs. It finds its catchiness in its old-timey-but-still-kinda-new-agey sound that reinvents itself 11 times over. It’s one of those albums that hooks your ears from the get go but gradually as you listen to it draws you in and almost brainwashes you. The lyrics and the vocals sweetly compliment each other amongst melodies that echo from a 1950’s bubblegum pop dream. They brilliantly incorporate subtle sample recordings of cult leaders speaking to their followers, but do so in such way that it doesn’t overwhelm the music but compliments it. The album is a slice of sunshine. It’s an escape. Buy it. Now. You’re missing out.