When last we left this Montreal foursome (2013’s Scavenger album), they were trying to be all things to all people. The opening track was neo-stoner stuff a la Band of Skulls, and then the ingredients started to pile on, one by one: 1970s brass-pop, Flaming Lips, Pink Floyd, Warlocks and wobbly hipster things jostled for position (politely of course). They certainly look like annoying vegans, but that wasn’t the point – they just wanted to rock out, to a degree, and, thank God, they’re not the token leaning-to-heavy act on Arts & Crafts Records (yet). This time out, bandleader Matthew Rogers’s lyrics are comprised of time-traveling nuggets of advice to his own closeted teen self, so there’s a slightly conceptual premise to the thing, which helps. Turns out the record doesn’t need much help, though, not if you’re a fan of Flaming Lips at their most commercially accessible – yeah, yeah, I know, but really, not only does it find some real melodic sweet spots, the songs fit together more cohesively, even when it shifts from psychedelic torch (“Under the Light”) to Beatles-infused rhumba (“On My Mind”) to spacey Winston Giles arena-indie. Very good stuff. A — Eric W. Saeger