Twin Peaks: Down in Heaven

There’s a type of rock music perfectly keyed into helping you chill out, and Twin Peaks sure knows how to play it. Their new offering, Down in Heaven, suggests moshing at their shows would make you the asshole in the crowd rather than part of the punk rock masses. This is the sort of indie rock where you listen with your arms folded, your head moving to the laid-back beats, feeling way happier about it than you may visibly show.
Twin Peaks does great work as a bridge between the raucous and ramshackle songs you lose your shit to and tracks you play while driving idyllically by some quiet yet awe-inspiring ocean/lake/forest/natural phenomena. If they came on at a festival between FIDLAR and Frankie Cosmos, fans of both would be satisfied, and it’s a decisive part of their charm.
The way they so adeptly toe the line is by obeying the rules of old-school pop rock songwriting (think The Hollies and The Kinks more than The Beatles and The Beach Boys) while staying shot through with youthful exuberance. The songs on Down to Heaven don’t really ever exceed the energy of The Kinks’ “You’ve Really Got Me” but they always seem seconds away from bursting into the wildness of The 13th Floor Elevators’ “You’re Gonna Miss Me.” It’s worth remembering even The Rolling Stones spent most of the mid-’60s playing these sorts of mid-tempo songs and proving they rocked. For that matter, mid-album song “Cold Lips” features the sort of snarling vocal Jagger would be proud of.