, Brooklyn three-piece the Antlers works in hazy brushstrokes to craft a singularly dreamy landscape fleshed out with angelic trumpets, dainty cymbals and gauzy piano. In some respects, the Antlers are working an extension of 2012's Undersea
EP, dressing up lullabies for daylight and bringing them to the playground.
If indie rock met jazz in a safe room, this is what a successful merger would sound like. It hardly matters what Peter Silberman is singing about - something sad and dark, probably - as long as he's using that silky voice.