Oh yeah. Just in time for summer, this is the record right here. The grooves, the atmosphere, the squishy guitar and keys, the blissed-out voice. It’s all right here, and it rules. Soft psychedelic Americana of the highest order. This record might not be reinventing the wheel, but guess what? The wheel is already great and gets you where you need to go.

Meandering and unhurried, Cohen leads us through a varied world here; dappled sunlight in a forest grove, the baking streets of a big city, the banks of a lazy river, and more. Far out but intimate, sticky sweet and humid, with an inescapable groove anchored by Cohen’s love of the Catskill Mountains (where the album was recorded at Flying Cloud, with her partner Sam Evian). Mountainous is actually a perfect way to describe a lot of this music – high-flying, high-altitude, expansive and open, with that earthy undertone in the production you can really sink you teeth into.

What I’ve noticed about this record after multiple listens is the way nothing is overutilized. Lilting flutes show up throughout the album, only to vanish as soon as you’re really digging in. Guitar solos are short and sweet, Cohen’s voice (somewhere between Faye Webster and Eric D. Johnson of Fruit Bats) flutters over shimmering chamber pop strings and lustrous synths, weaving through folk, rock, pool-party pop, and sun-in-your-eyes hazy psychedelia, never lingering on one idea for long. The larger point here is that every track leaves you wanting more.

If you’re looking for something to kick off your next backyard BBQ or bonfire or what have you, look no further.