"...enjoy the company of new friends you feel you’ve known for years..."
Dripping in a shiny gloss that binds '60s folkiness with '80s day-glo poppery, the desert artwork and initial psych-pop sounds suggest more kinship with Yeasayer. Traveling beyond the stunning opening gambit of Hail Bop, Default and Firewater, Mason's... I mean Neff's 'just woken from Stonersville' vocals are harmoniously happy. And this peppy tone is what I have to cling to if I'm to be convinced that they're not who I think they are. Zumm Zumm's spunky walrus-waddling hook would make any three-year-old dance and giggle. The second half gets a little more psych-rock and serious, losing just a smidge of the traction gained, but it's no less loveable.
Surely with so many Beta comparisons, the next album would be wise to divert wildly into pastures new. It could be mighty or disastrous. But for now, enjoy the company of new friends you feel you've known for years; they're called Django Django.