The theme: "We're tired of being marble-mouthed and mildly dreary. Let's go play surf rock and some piano!"
The verdict: When an album is this bland, with such terrible lyrics and a complete reliance on the occasional familiar-sounding hook, don't put some listenin' on it.
The theme: "Who needs lyrics when you're a brilliant composer?"
The verdict: A playful, jubilant and at times epic album that feels like a indie version of Fantasia. And it's the perfect length at 40 minutes.