Okta Logue unceasingly present themselves as the embodiment of an ultra-cool group of dudes, that just love to do nothing but to make highways unsafe with their dark-red vintage band-van and to get out their guitars at romantic festivals far away from rocking rings and parks. Tales of Transit City is a damn good album that casually and sexily frees itself from the vintage-trap and retro-drawer, that beats itself with it's own weapons and which takes a decisive step towards pop without losing itself in clichés, pomp or kitsch. A serenity, sovereignty and candidness born of this freedom draws our attention in every song and in every note of Tales of Transit City - much stronger, but also much more self-evident as on their debut Ballads of a Burden.
Okta Logue unceasingly present themselves as the embodiment of an ultra-cool group of dudes, that just love to do nothing but to make highways unsafe with their dark-red vintage band-van and to get out their guitars at romantic festivals far away from rocking rings and parks. Tales of Transit City is a damn good album that casually and sexily frees itself from the vintage-trap and retro-drawer, that beats itself with it's own weapons and which takes a decisive step towards pop without losing itself in clichツs, pomp or kitsch. A serenity, sovereignty and candidness born of this freedom draws our attention in every song and in every note of Tales of Transit City - much stronger, but also much more self-evident as on their debut Ballads of a Burden.