These Days

"These Days" - Wallows: Sun-bleached indie-rock from a band steeped in that hazy Southern California malaise, "These Days" rides a loping, slightly nostalgic groove — jangly guitars, a relaxed rhythm section, and vocals delivered with the shrugging half-melancholy of youth in limbo. There's a bittersweet warmth to the production, everything softened at the edges like a memory already fading while it happens. The emotional landscape is that specific twenties uncertainty: growing apart from people, watching a friendship or relationship drift without a clean break, the ambient dread of change you can't name. The vocal character is casual, unforced, almost mumbled in spots, which makes the underlying wistfulness sneak up on you. Lyrically it circles the passage of time and the quiet grief of things not being how they used to be, without ever tipping into self-pity. Wallows occupy that bedroom-indie-meets-radio-rock space that soundtracks coming-of-age films and late high-school summers. Best played driving with the windows down at golden hour, or lying on a floor with friends you sense you're slowly losing — it captures the ache of a present you already know you'll be nostalgic for.