It pains me to have to pan a young band, especially a young female rock band that's getting a lot of underground attention. Though Magneta Lane deserve credit for their marketing savvy (they've tapped white-hot DFA1979-connected production team MSTRKRFT and, like Avril Lavigne, packaged themselves as darker and therefore more mature), the same can't be said for their sonic evolution. This album features the same deadpan vocals, lo-fi guitars and irony-laden delivery as 2003's The Constant Lover EP. While having an identifiable style is generally a good thing, three years down the road their songs sound identical, their lyrics don't connect emotionally and their drummer still can't keep time. In other words, they're not getting any better as musicians, songwriters or performers. Aside from a couple tracks with standout hooks (Wild Gardens, The Better Plan), their songs are forgettable. Style over substance.