As a preteen, I spent many angsty hours with the Pretty in Pink soundtrack on my tape player and my Dad’s gigantic headphones clamped over my ears, hoping to block out the rest of the cruel, cruel world. From the sounds of this CD, these dudes have also spent some quality time in the world of new wave ‘80s pop. So much time, in fact, that they are able to emulate that sound perfectly. Per-fect-ly. There is nothing terribly innovative here, but the songs are strong, well arranged, and angsty enough to give me several quality Molly Ringwald moments.