Damn you, Blake Schwarzenbach, with your ridiculous name and your sweet, mellifluous voice. Not enough people are aware of this indie rock gem, based out of Brooklyn, NY. All it takes is a little dusting off, and Jets to Brazil will surely become a favourite for anyone who places this album next to Jets to Brazils’ contemporaries, Death Cab For Cutie, The Arcade Fire, or maybe Jimmy Eat World. On Four Cornered Night, Jets to Brazil’s second album, Blake really opens up here and lets his contradictory gloomy, yet hopeful lines fill your head with images of hammocks, lazy rivers, and sunny summer afternoons with nothing to do. Don’t get me wrong, Jets can still rock when deemed necessary, but it’s really the slow, deliberate punchlines perfectly executed by Blake’s unique voice that stand out. Jets notably altered their previous sound and also managed to put together an excellent album. Sure, old Jawbreaker fans are most likely going to detest this, but to me it sounds like a stepping stone onward to bigger and better endeavours for Jets to Brazil.