From his apartment in The Tenderloin, David Speck languidly jams out a soundtrack to the happily half-wasted lives of a San Franciscan generation. Effortlessly stacking his hazy vibes sky high, the debut album What Would You Say? released on Mexican Summer was a glorious mix of post-Cure pop rubbing up against West Coast boogie, surfguitars and Krautrock grooves, all with the intimacy of a house party performance.
Having left Daniel Gottlieb of Altered Zones pondering whether Part Time is "the unintentionally great project of a poster-adoring musician away from the day job", Speck's warm, half-dissolved home production modestly betrays the brilliant song writing evident throughout his record. Sharing the sensibilities and musicianship of the 80s generation that so obviously inspires him, Part Time instead wraps it in something bright, earnest and - well, we don't often say this, but - really sexy.
The angular funk and twang, synth twinkles and keyboard brass, cowbells and relaxed vocals therefore easily become something new and perfectly placed. It's the buzz of local bars full of beautiful, every-day people, steadily getting more drunk and in love as the night slides by. It's karaoke booths and fizzing neon signs, bare legs and denim,
cigarettes, Polaroids and spilled beer bottles. But more than anything, it's the blurry memories of the night before and waking up next to someone outrageously hot.