High-school-band-recital quirk-folk colored with culturally current moonbat-chick vocals. Guitarist/singer May Tabol, fresh off a couple of years touring with Washington,  D.C., Arcade Fire-wannabes Le Loup, does things differently than her peers, her fluttery-eyed weirdo Feist-vs.-Bjork blowing dandelion puffs over Tori Amos-like piano in “Lemon Tree,” for one thing. Vanessa DeGrassi’s amateurish flute passages on opening track “Songs of Promise” and the antebellum hayloft honesty throughout all of “Old Form” signal a willingness to go full-out-hippie and lose the suburban kids, which is always great (a spooky-ghost musical-saw pops up to add depth, if you weren’t yet convinced of Talbol’s boldness of vision).  Overall, though, the sound still flirts with what any marketing hack with half an imagination might whip out to soundtrack smartphone commercials aimed at echo boomers: lonely, flighty Submarines-unpluggedness. A-   -Eric W. Saeger