Hugs are awesome. I appreciate that some people just aren’t into them, but to me they’re a triumph of human social evolution---flexible in application, intimate without crossing boundaries, a welcome reminder of the physicality that connects us as humans. Temporary Resident
, the debut from Winnipeg duo Imaginary Cities, isn’t so dissimilar in its triumphs. Sometimes the album plays it polite: a breezy folk-rock feel elevated by the captivating vocals of Marti Sarbit. And then sometimes it stirs deeper, the swooning melodies of “That’s Where It’s At, Sam” and “Hummingbird” lingering like a friend’s full-armed embrace that you dare not be the first to break.