Alright, let’s dive into Sunday Morning by Sunday Sun. This album kinda snuck up on me, and honestly? I’m glad it did. Released back in 2014 outta the Netherlands, it’s one of those under-the-radar gems that doesn’t scream for attention but totally deserves it. It’s a mix of rock and pop vibes with some indie swagger thrown in—think Indie Rock, Power Pop, and a dash of Indie Pop. Oh, and fun fact: it’s self-released under their own label, so no big-shot backing here. Just pure DIY energy.
Now, obviously, the title track “Sunday Morning” is where it all starts. Right off the bat, you get this breezy, almost lazy-day vibe that feels like sipping coffee while staring out a window (you know, one of those windows with rain streaking down it). The melody sticks to your brain like gum on a hot sidewalk—it’s simple but catchy as hell. What gets me every time is how smooth the vocals are; they don’t overdo it, just let the tune roll along nice and easy. There’s something comforting about it, like an old hoodie you refuse to throw away even though it’s got holes in it.
Another standout for me is… well, okay, I’ll admit I can’t remember the exact name of the second track I loved (oops), but it had this punchy guitar riff that felt like biting into a perfectly crunchy apple. Like, bam—right there in the first ten seconds, it grabs ya. It’s upbeat enough to make you wanna tap your foot, but there’s also this little edge to it, like someone whispering secrets behind the music. You know when a song just gets you? That’s what this one did.
What really hits home with Sunday Morning is how unpretentious it feels. These aren’t songs trying to reinvent the wheel—they’re just solid tunes made with heart. And honestly, sometimes that’s exactly what you need. In a world full of overly polished albums that feel more like factory products than art, Sunday Sun reminds us that good music doesn’t have to try so hard.
Oh, random thought: if this album was a person, it’d probably wear flannel shirts and drink cheap beer at a bonfire. Not saying that’s a bad thing—it’s kinda perfect, actually. So yeah, give it a spin. Who knows? Maybe it’ll become your next weekend go-to.
