This may be the indiest song I’ve ever heard, and I don’t know whether or not that’s a good thing. With vocal shimmers and catchy minimalist riffs, the High Highs are ripping off just about everyone (Fleet Foxes, Broken Bells, Iron and Wine) who has ever had their music played at an Urban Outfitters. So dust off your dads old sweater, knock the lenses out of your glasses, and get ready to have your free-trade wool socks blown off.