Lo and behold, it, like everywhere else, has plenty of varied strains of underground digging up towards the sun simultaneously and if the ones who’ve shown up with their bathing suits and sun screen are a sign, then let’s jump the gun and call this the summer of Florida, even though their seasonal variations are ambiguous at best. So far, we’ve gone out on a limb for Jacuzzi Boys and Lil Daggers and Matrix Infinity, and now we’d like to throw another branch out for the breezy garage pop of The Jameses. If this is the sound of West Palm Beach, I’m ready to retire. —Impose