Longwave's third album kicks off with a buoyant, almost Arcade Fire-like track that offers hope for a great pop record. But marring the initial excitement of a good pop tune packed with energy, interesting melodies and thoughtful instrumentation is a lack of originality and depth. There's a mishmash of styles going on here, from chamber pop to shoegazer to Britpop. Actually, these Brooklyn boys' Brit obsession is extreme, right down to their affected pronunciation of lyrics. It's all superficial and full of bravado. A record usually provides more to chew on with repeated listens, but in this case there's less each time. Weird.