Album Review: Spelled In Bones by Fruit Bats

With a roll call of hangouts like Lookout Point and Makeout Creek and mentions of "singing along to 'Raspberry Beret,'" Spelled in Bones feels steeped in the sunny days of June, July, and August, when it's easy to be easygoing and too nice out to get too upset about things like mortality and heartache (even though you're still thinking about them). This, the Fruit Bats' third album, is still rooted in the folky indie pop of their earlier work, but Spelled in Bones is more polished, more focused, and feels more like the output of a full-fledged band, probably because they became a quartet instead of a duo with a cast of supporting characters. As on Mouthfuls, the Fruit Bats continue to move away from the country sounds of their debut, although lap steel and other shades of their beginnings resurface from time to time.

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