The Buffalo band Lemuria didn't release their debut album until 2008, but they started in 2004. And they've always sounded something like 2004, or at least like my version of 2004. That means they sound like Spock haircuts, like H&M sweaters, like road trips in beat-up cars that still have tape decks instead of CD players, like Yeungling, like crushed-up Ritalin, like back issues of Optic Nerve scattered around bedroom floors, like semi-ironically getting really into The O.C. and American Idol, like browsing music writers' blogs in the endless downtime at my office job, like signing up for Netflix only because the local neighborhood video-rental place doesn't have Jaws 3. I am, as you've probably already figured out, pretty ridiculously sentimental about this period in my life, and I hear that sentimentality mirrored back to me in Lemuria's plainspoken, harmony-rich, vaguely emo DIY music.