Reviewed by Luke Winkie, Fri., May 25, 2012
The RipeInto Your Ears
The Ripe worship at the Village Green Preservation Society's oft-marginalized altars, flirty power-pop jangles hanging off white-marble druid-folk in elaborate tangles. The local trio dons accents to go with its eccentric guitars and excavated hooks, the peppered, deciduous strut of songs turning out vintage pop at its most wonderfully limited. It earns the wax, if nothing else.