So far as I can tell from media reports, all university students do these days is binge drink and have orgies. Obviously, this makes me unspeakably jealous. But at the same time, I refuse to believe this is an accurate representation of all post-secondary hopefuls. Surely, there still exist a few bashful young men who sit in their dorm rooms listening to Death Cab for Cutie and pining after some young lady down the hall. And surely, this is where a band like the Softlightes comes in. Like the Postal Service fronted by those people who wear furry costumes at Flaming Lips shows, the band has an earnest sensitivity that's staggering. (There's even a song called If The World Had Cookies.) This is not generally a bad thing; Heart Made Of Sound is an excellent example of this genre at its best. And if playing the Softlightes in the company of a female helps even just one bashful young man get laid and move a little bit closer to joining the binge-drinking, orgy-having cool kids, then this record will have served its purpose.