“Would you like to get away? Let’s get away,” sings Justin Vallesteros on “Burst,” the halfway point of his latest EP, Gallery. Perfect in that when I last visited the young, retro-relevant bedroom project, Craft Spells, unpacking his Idle Labor debut, I decided that though, decently appealing, he’d recently moved from Stockton, CA to Seattle, WA (he’s now in San Francisco) and I’d hoped he’d find a way to hinge some of that surrounding “rusty gloominess” into the mix. I hoped his skimming, retro-reverie would find its own way because for Vallesteros’ blurry buzzers, his candor for C86 felt drowsy in its own release. The debut just lacked a dazzle. Well, a year later, the baby-faced leader and his mates may have moved around, and even toured the world, but their brand new 5-song release finds them crafting many of the same spells as before.

You know it’s true, most of our lives lack any sort of pliable dazzle in our early 20s, so for that, Craft Spells gets some points, because as it stands, Gallery, again recorded at his parent’s house solo, plays with the same youthful innocence and bounding charm, but proves uniform in its underpinnings. For Idle Labor, I imagined this “dainty checklist” where its maker would cross off things he needed to hit, things like “afternoon dance appeal” and “twinkly release;” Gallery proves that he’s kept the thing in his back pocket since. Five songs at 25 minutes, Craft Spells pond-skip along again, feeling sourced and much too immediate in its crisp little package: “Sun Trails” feels like an waft over New Order’s “Temptation” and “Burst” is a song Vallesteros’ genre has plenty of; In press photos Vallesteros even does his best Morrissey, clutching a bouquet of pink flowers under an arm. Getting something to linger like rookie cards “After the Moment” and “Party Talk” are Craft Spells’ entire narrative and Gallery’s stab at this resonance is one of its longest, the prefab disco bob of “Leave My Shadow.” With something new to the mix, title-track “Gallery” is fronted with piano rather than guitar and rolls along with a myriad of percussive techniques.

This EP is fully an addendum, a comma to Idle Labor and for the hardcores there’s not much wrong with it- a fansite, Fuck Yeah Craft Spells exists if that means anything here- as this style of impacted and carefree sulk has come and moved in, rightfully fit to stay a while. Like the Instragram haze spread over the Craft Spells’ blog, the band may seem like a passing moment but for the music Vallesteros is making at such a ripe age, I’m going to round it all up on those points above for effort, the way that though glaringly sourced, Craft Spells package quite a pile of endearing moments under the relatively thin skin of theirs.