Was there something in the water on Dayton’s Titus Avenue? Though he’s 30 to Robert Pollard’s 60, Perkins amazingly grew up a few doors down from the GBV wizard, and can similarly home record with the best of them. Though perhaps Perkins is more the Gem City’s Brian Wilson to Pollard’s Pete Townshend: he once declined a prime opening slot out of anxiety, and never released an LP he over-tinkered on for five years. Interestingly though, it’s the post-Wilson/post-Smile Beach Boys’ afterglow that Perkins accomplishes, a gilded, warming soft-psych that Rev-Ola might reissue were these recordings from 1968 instead of 2018. With his sonorous, far away piano or acoustic, soft and gentle, whispery voice, and sensitive AM ’60s ballads (especially the McCartney/Rhodes/Rundgren-esque “Hopscotch For the Animal Parade”), he’s like a humble Procol Harum, rainy day Andrew Gold, or reincarnated Curt Boettcher. Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.