Hey, gang. Tomorrow is today. What does that mean? How come album titles keep getting more and more vague? Tomorrow is not today, and one glance at the calendar should set you straight. Now, with that in mind, February. Those of you outside of Minneapolis probably don't know much about February. They're a dream pop band sick of being tagged as a dream pop band, so for the follow up to their Even The Night Can Tell You From a Star EP, they make like a three headed love child of Curve, The Cranberries and Garbage. It works, too. February's blissed out on a love vibe (and if you were as cute as frontwoman Amy Turany, you'd be too.) Unlike many of the bands in the same league, they've gotten a few things right, most notably the horn section that swings on "Pink Slippers in Antarctica." Bassist Steve Saari also gets to swap vocals with Turany on "Make a Sound." The only real complaint I have with the disc is that it's about four songs too long. A little tightening and it flows much better, but I still expect big things from Feburary in the future. Shit, if Garbage can get on the radio...

-Jason Josephes