Despite the fact that the guitar on this record is cleaner than Paul McCartney’s grandfather, the drummer only uses a cymbal on rare occasions, and the band is a co-ed three-piece who primarily sing chirpy little songs about infatuation, innocence, and death, the playing somehow manages to be REALLY TIGHT and the record somehow manages to be REALLY LOUD, which is not usually how such things go down. The production values, coupled with the full-color gatefold sleeve in which the album is housed, have got me scouring the content of this album for some manner of aesthetic heft I may have overlooked—some type of evidence that the content of the songs matches up with the packaging and production. It just kinda sounds like the world’s loudest piece of cotton candy. Might that be your jam? BEST SONG: “Underground.” BEST SONG TITLE: “AHHAHHAHHH.” FANTASTIC AMAZING TRIVIA FACT: Mixed by a real squire! Death to false squires! –Rev. Nørb (Hovercraft)