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On their rebound from major-label rejection, Brooklyn's Longwave unloads a barrage of righteous guitar anthems, suppressing any prior dreamy tendencies like they're hiding a nasty little secret. At his most excitable ("No Direction"), yearning frontman Steve Schiltz aims for the stadium's back row, Bono-style, though the dogged pursuit of spiritual uplift generates more fatigue than enlightenment. After so much grandiosity, the happy eruption of dirty fuzz on "Shining Hours" holds the promise of a more flexible strategy next time.

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