
High Places hail from Brooklyn and this was my third time seeing them. The band's sound is full of lovely contradictions. They write music that feels like summertime - and not that loud beach party sort of summertime, but more like a summer you've had and remember. To me, summer has always seemed distant - even in July. Only as I reach its conclusion do I realize how much has really happened. High Places grab onto that feeling and take it somewhere new. As Rob Barber tends childlike, tempests of burping and jingling percussion and