Another month, another arch, slacker-ish singer-songwriter type who’s probably way into his weed. What a time to be alive. Seriously. I don’t get tired of this stuff. Jerry Paper‘s voice has that croony quality that’s part Mac Demarco, part Deerhunter/Atlas Sound, and Ginger and Ruth finds it murmuring under a kitchy backing that’s occasionally punctured by most-welcome saxophone parps.