Beeef chase sunny guitars in line with Real Estate or Mac DeMarco on songs like “Tree” and “Firework”, but they change their progression when you least expect it, breaking the usual transition expected of indie rock songs so surf and garage rock tricks appear instead. Sometimes they ride out a snappy bassline and snarky lyrics, drawing comparisons to acts like Courtney Barnett with songs like “Down” and “Houses with Front Porches by the Water in the Summertime.” Elsewhere, they toy with shoegaze tones. “Cream Soda” keeps the hazy bend of strings pulled through two notes at once while the rest of the bands crashes through walls of distortion. Then the whole thing’s topped off with a self-indulgent surf rock anthem, “Time For Beeef,” that feels like a nod to Krill‘s old themes. It’s a mix of lo-fi melodies that charm you the deeper into the album you get, and, as A Beeef CD proves, wins you over in a matter of minutes.