California pop, Phil Spector style, with a twist of The Smiths and a whole lotta Beatles. Bikeride conquers Prog, country, and just about every other musical genre on The Kiss. They are today's indie heroes.

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POP: Folky Pop, POP: Power Pop



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LA TIMES- âMorning Macumba is a collection of gorgeous, fully formed â60âs international vocal pop⦠How such grand, embraceable vocal harmonies have flown so long under the radar is a bit of a mystery.â


AMPLIFIER- âThe pop renaissance of the 90âs owes much of its success to talented, young indie artists like Tony Carbone.â


MOJO- âBest stick with Bikerideâs 37 Secrets I Only Told America, creamy Anglophile indie jazz pop, with Moog, Wurlitzer, and Latino beats.â


CMJ- âSatellite photos from high above California have revealed a strange and wonderful new talent with the unlikely, Scorsese-character-like name of Tony Carbone. As leader of the unwieldy Bikeride collective, Carboneâs assembled the latest in a line of uncategorizable Golden State pop masterpieces.â


OC WEEKLY- âBack to Morning Macumba for a sec: this was the album that moved us from "Theyâre not bad" Bikeride fence-sitters to drooly-faced, bug-eyed, heavy-breathing, pom-pom shaking Bikeride cheerleaders.â


POP MATTERS- âFakinâ Amnesia is one of 2002âs best songs, really.â


COMFUSION- âMorning Macumba is one of the stangest, most uplifting album of the year.â

IN MUSIC WE TRUST- âBikeride covers the pop spectrum, a vast undertaking, and somehow makes each song unique and different, while retaining the Bikeride âsoundâ throughout. Iâll give it an A.â


THE BIG TAKEOVER- âNot everyone can be Brian Wilson or Phil Spector, regardless of how lofty their aspirations may be. So what is a would-be wall-of-sound popsmith to do? Maybe take a lesson or two from Long Beach, CAâs Bikeride.â


NEXTPLANETOVER- âFor the past month Iâve been playing a cd by a band called Bikeride so often that my need to hear it probably qualifies as an addiction.â


AVERSION- âUnlike Beck, Fatboy Slim, or most of the other polyester-flag waving retro revivalists, Bikeride approaches its journeys into â70âs pop without the affected cooler-than-thou sense of kitsch marking the bulk of its contemporariesâ work.â


EYE- âRegardless of how many goodies the band tosses into the stew, what keeps it so succulent is the never-faltering earnestness of it all.â


SOUND AFFECTS- âWhat do you get when you throw every dazzling moment from the pop highlights reels of the last 35 years into a blender. Bikeride⦠If itâs at all possible to actually wear out a CD the way you could wear out the grooves of old LPs, then Iâll be in the market for a new copy of this disc very soon.â


EXCLAIM- âCarbone delivers his own State of the Suburban Union Address in Thirty-Seven Secrets, a frequently wonderful product of low-budget ingenuity and a big, soft heart.â


INDIE SCENE- âTony Carboneâs voice pulls you in with its distinctive charm. Gutsy, flirty and vaguely childlike, he sounds like the boy version of Gwen Stefani⦠I canât overstate the joyful vigor of this album. Itâs smart, itâs fun, itâs sharp, itâs bodacious and itâs just a little bit sloppy. In other words, a perfect pop record.â


SPLENDID- âMorning Macumbaâs most transcendently melodic moments seem like pure serendipity â one hundred percent luck, zero percent studio trickery. Their successes are exhilarating.â