Disco tunes for the indie generation. It’s so fitting that Michael Angelakos wrote the majority of this instantly gratifying album for a girl never to be had. Just like that fleeting moment of love, the pushing synths and the pounding kicks will stay with you longer than a two day hangover. If one were to take the time to listen to the vocals, you might lose yourself in some of the inconsistencies, luckily for us, and for our distinct nose for anthemic summer albums, the well recorded and thought out electro-indie-pop beats will keep our thighs burning and our hips grinding until, as the my new haircut guy so eloquently put it, our dicks will fall off. Case in point: The Reeling. I am declaring now, that choir backed chorus’s (chorii??) can only be sung over complicated polyrhythms and halting hard synths, like I’ve said before, the 80’s are back. We can pontificate on why this is happening – be it the growth of Generation Me, the cyclical nature of music, or the ever depressing news, but the bottom line is this: there has never been a better time technologically or otherwise, than right now. This moment is the one to lose yourself in, and Passion Pit’s taking you for a ride, familiar but strange, like that tingly feeling you get before meeting the love of your life – or missing her. With every second that passes this music gives us reason to rejoice our young, Cavalier nature, opposing the banality of straight laced instrumentation and straight laced lives. The game hath changed – and you can change with it, or be left behind. I like the way ya talk, Passion Pit, sign me up for the newsletter. 8 out of 10 seizing chickens.