Brigadoon is a confusing listen. Half of it is pleasant, competent pop music that recalls a rustic Fleetwood Mac jamming with a colonial Belle and Sebastian. The other half is hackneyed, cutesy filler that tries way too hard to be charming. I mean, there are lyrics here about ponies and candy, people. Ponies and candy! It's like the Partridge Family minus the tight pants and the menacing sexuality of Reuben Kincaid. Worse yet, the 22 tracks here suffer from a lack of focus (read editing), and the band jumps from rootsy pop to indie-tronica without warning. Approach with caution.