While the facile thing to do is to compare the whirlingly experimental symphonic indie pop of to fellow Oklahomans , that would be a pitfall, as it's a stunningly inadequate comparison. While the Norman-based band owes much to those wily experimenters that came before, the website does not stretch the truth in dubbing them "pranksters" deal in their own brand of mix-and-match musical wizardry, bewitching and magnificently mystifying in its own way, cobbled from its own corners of the rock & roll galaxy. , the ' fourth album, may be the fivesome's poppiest offering, and yet somehow it's the darkest and hardest to pin down at the same time. The grand melodiousness is slow in revealing itself; the band opens on the noir- and sci-fi-flavored instrumental and slides into the pulsating, borderline disco, sinister '90s, late-night college radio vibe of These tracks are not without their slyly jagged charm, they are sleight of hand as the album truly begins to take form on the near-perfect slice of hypnotic pop. is a track which combines a ' new wave melancholy with just a touch of 's wry nonsense and adds a hard-to-beat post-chorus chiming-bell hook. cut the melodic tension with the dark and worldly an art school rump shaker lying somewhere between and , but kick back into solid single mode on the breathtaking classically driving and upbeat. The remainder of the record kicks into indie-disco-hop mode in the 's style of unpredictable, downright groovy, cynical, crowd-pleasing rock. It's an uneven record at times, often frustrating, but it's got that special quality of revealing a new find, a new musical nook or cranny, with every listen, and most of all, it's just plain fun. ~ Jason Thurston