At this point in its career, the Blind Eyes has locked into a good consistency. The quartet continues to churn out song after song of pop-rock gold with hooks that stick. It is especially skilled at finding that sweet mid-tempo, swinging groove that you can actually dance to. The quick and dirty Strokes-with-Sinatra-singing descriptor remains fairly accurate, but it doesn't do justice to the depth of the group's arrangements, nor Andy White's bitchin' soloing, which cuts more loose and "wild" than either Strokes guitarist would. And Sinatra would never display the vulnerability that Seth Porter does in his songs, which often hide relatable themes of heartbreak and pain underneath his jubilant music. Based on what we've heard live, Blind Eyes' upcoming EP will sound familiar — the good kind of familiar, like a favorite shirt. Never change, Blind Eyes.