Blog: The Deli Magazine

There's something strange about Cozy Galaxies and their self-titled LP, which was released late summer. On the one hand, the five-piece (formerly known as The Major Leagues) crafts really lush, clean, and picturesque soundscapes - ones that, in regards to both technical and emotional reverence, sweep you away with its driving rock swells and marching dream-pop coating. But on the other, the Philly (by way of Lancaster) outfit throw in random sprinkles of lyrical defiance - or, by Tipper Gore standards, "explicit" vocabulary - like "bullshit", "motherfucker" ("Clean Yourself Up"), and "shit" ("Dreamer"). It's not confusing or disturbing. [...]