Tokyo’s Tidy Boy reminds us isolation and depression still exist at even the most tropical of locales. Despite the general beach-side feel fueled by copious amounts of cow bell, Tidy Boy blankets the party in fog via rough guitars and his coming-from-a-dark-corner-of-a-room vocals. “Muddy Tree” might feature a beat just dieing to be covered in sun rays, but then creeps in that vaguely-Ian-Curtis-evoking murmur. If you’ve ever wondered how to turn a vacation sour, look no further. Listen here.