There is a particular pleasure in a record that refuses to hurry you. Wakin on a Pretty Daze stretches out like an afternoon with no urgent destination. The guitars wander, but the songs rarely lose their bearings.
Vile's delivery can sound casual enough to pass for indifference. Listen closer and the feeling is more complicated: a private conversation taking place beneath the easy surface. Repetition becomes its own kind of concentration, giving a small melodic turn room to become something absorbing.
The verdict: roomy, reflective guitar music that rewards giving it your full afternoon.