Brian Wilson or someone close to him must have known something about DNA that no one else did in the late 1960's, because he evidently had a clone.
Clone is not a pejorative when talking about Midsummer's Day Dream, this Marc Eric album. Simply put, if you like Wilson at his pre-Pet Sounds, apex Summer Days (And Summer Nights!!), you'll have equal love for Eric's album.
Surprisingly, these recordings were made in 1968-69, in the middle of America's counterculture insurrection. With riots in the cites, Vietnam napalm on nightly TV, the U.S. in civil turmoil, you'd think the last music any artist would record would be that which threw back to the Beach Party days of 1964-65, which seemed like a time warp away. Even Jimi Hendrix said "you'll never hear surf music again" from the 1967 Monterrey Pop stage
But Eric recorded in the aesthetic anyhow, and the miraculous aspect of this album is that it is NOT!!!!!, emphatically NOT!!!!! a nostalgia revue or AM radio hideout cheese. Eric mines the best, most artful facets of the Wilson sound: fantastic harmonies, ambitious arrangements, instrumental touches like vibraphones--all the aspects of Wilson's sound that make it recognizable as the high art we now know it to be. Eric works the Beach Boy treasure chest as a cache of musical maxims, not as image or parody.
If imitation is flattery, this is some of the most sincere, and best-sounding, flattery you can find.
GET IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!