I happened upon Good Morning by chance earlier this year. Expertly sampled in A$AP Rocky’s “Kids Turned Out Fine” the smooth guitar picking mesmerized me into scourging the Youtube comments section, only to pin down origins for that too-chill-to-be-true twanging sound.

Good Morning’s style is arresting, jangly lo-fi. Shawcross, put out in 2014, walks the line between lighthearted and emotional – catchy, appealing, and almost sentimental at times. Good Morning are quietly prolific, having released three albums in just the past two years (Prize // Reward, The Option, and their latest, Basketball Breakups) all of which err more experimental than the first record. Songs fit well between peak Mac Demarco and early tunes by The Byrds for a somber segue that nonetheless stands out with originality against classics. Versatile Good Morning can flit between mellow melancholy and full-blooded fun on a dime.

So, once I heard that the lads were coming all the way from Australia to bless Brooklyn with their breezy, psych-suggestive slacker rock on the first ever American tour, I was sure to be front and center at Baby’s All Right.

Live, their vocals were less echoing, more steadfast. Band mates of Good Morning had good chemistry on stage. They were playful, easy-going, and well-synced. The crowd was a fair mix of Brooklynites looking for something cool to do on a Wednesday night, and indie fans who’ve followed the band for years. Good Morning seemed to attract a type that was youthful, friendly and cool.

Highlights of the show included the country-inspired single “Boy, I’m Just a Loser for Your Love” and early fan favorite “Warned You.” With sparse, apologetic lyrics and enticingly beachy guitar, Good Morning kept theme of the lazy Sad Boy who hurt you, like, hurt you bad. It doesn’t matter. They know we’d take them back in a heartbeat.