Each Tuesday, FADER editor Matthew Schnipper highlights an underappreciated recent release he thinks we need to know about. This week it’s the Sam Prekop’s self titled album. Listen to samples from the album here, buy it here and read about it after the jump.

I bought this at Borders with my mom in high school. One of the songs was in a Tylenol commercial. I never liked Sea and Cake, maybe they didn’t get me shaken. This album still has their breathy hue, but with more tropical shakers and hazy shade. I used to get the little intro of “Showrooms,” the first song, in my head and I could never remember what it was. A song I heard on a commercial for samba lessons? Something my saxophone teacher liked? Manhattan Transfer lost tapes? Once a very long time ago my dad told me he heard a story on NPR about a metal band that didn’t use actual lyrics, only guttural growls and nonsense yells. I think Sam Prekop is saying things, but it sounds like “soda body.” A small piece of my heart wishes that was what he was saying but I know it will never be true. Do you ever see a movie again and hope the end will be different but you know it won’t be because you already saw it? I can’t help myself, I have to think like that.

What did SP do with the Tylenol money? There is something softly painkilling about these tunes, jazzy cabana vacation, button downs buttoned down to the belly. Is this music for men when they just need a moment to collect themselves? Maybe that’s all the time and we’re just faking. Sometimes I take the escalator when I could take the stairs, I’m not going to lie.

I was talking about prom with my coworker Erin. I probably was listening to this a lot around the time of my prom. I went. I looked really bad, I refused to get a tuxedo. My girlfriend had a custom tailored dress she had worn to prom the year before. I think I kind of made her go. I wonder how much that’s true. It’s weird to think that I could have been aggressive about anything. It’s weird to think that I could listen to Tylenol music ever in my life and then be forceful about anything ever. What’s the point of music? Or anything? Should it change your mood, fix your mood, make your mood irrelevant because your mood is just a SP record? I listened to this so much it’s scratched like it was stepped on, but somehow it still plays. I lost the cover. SP painted it, I remember. Pretty houses in pastel, open space and sky. How do you get to be like that? I think he made this record to brag. Looks like I found the subtext. I guess now it’s time to relax.