Tucked away in a homely corner of Chico are sounds that remind me of a rusty toy found in the middle of tall dry grass somewhere in my childhood. That is of course a complimentary description of Furlough Fridays, who from head to toe have something that is very friendly about them. In the way that all best friends have that axiomatic smudge on their cheeks that let you know they are human. If it's possible to continue describing them without referencing their musical stylings at all, just know that if you ever stumbled into their garage they would have a generic brand soda to offer you, and probably some cheese puffs.
