A Project Called Love – Chicago
Jay Hope has spent his career refusing to pick a lane, and on "Chicago" he finally proves the wandering was worth it. This is a songwriter who grew up on the banks of the Rhine, relocated to the sun-bleached sprawl of Venice, California, and somehow arrived at a sound that owes as much debt to the Mighty Mighty Bosstones' horn-driven swagger as it does to the feral howl of Kurt Cobain. On paper that combination shouldn't hold together for three minutes, let alone a whole single. On record, it swaggers.