This Brooklyn-based country-folk pair changed their name from Lights to avoid confusion with the Canadian electro singer and wearer of headbands. And although the Brooklyn Lights did dabble in disco pop a bit disconcertingly on 2009’s Rites, that turns out to have been a minor digression. Their third album is fully realized and multifaceted, a nuanced balance of angelic balladry featuring lightly tickled guitar (the title track) and harder-edged, assertively distorted rock (“California Baby”), recalling the best of Stevie Nicks and Veruca Salt.
