Los Angeles’ Broken West likes its power-pop the way Summerteeth-era Wilco liked it — with a dash of sonic mindfuck thrown into the mix. On its debut album, I Can’t Go On, I’ll Go On, the band’s sunny-day melodies and hook-swollen songs fight the urge to drift too far from their base. But the occasional psychedelic swirl and Big Star-inspired jangle knock them back a few decades. Still, this is new-millennium California pop at its breeziest.
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This article appears in Feb 28 – Mar 6, 2007.