The second taste of Dick Diver’s upcoming third LP starts off unassuming enough, a charming little Be My Baby drum beat, gradually unfurling delightfully fluid guitar melodies. When I first heard this song live, I thought it was a cover; such is permeating of its brilliant pop elements, an instant, innate familiarity. It’s wonderfully constructed, assured with each turn. The chorus is a resolute triumph, a rich endorphin rush each time. Tearing The Posters Down is Dick Diver’s finest moment yet, and that’s saying something.
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