Talk about missing the boat. When Moving Units' debut EP came out in 2002, it actually sounded kind of fresh for being a slab of retro rehash. Filling the cracks between the Rapture's post-punk appropriation and the Strokes' garbled, tattered pop, it was easy to imagine then that the Units' full-length was going to be huge. And, finally, here it is -- a couple years late and quite a few dollars short. Although the band should get props for avoiding the ubiquitous whine of the Cure and Joy Division in favor of lesser-known acts like Josef K and Television, such subtleties are lost in Dangerous Dreams' clutter of played-out angularity and art-funk cliches. And while we've all kindheartedly suspended our better judgment lately, isn't it about time to start getting annoyed again by American dudes singing with pretentious, fake British accents? At this point, the neo-'80s trend is so bloated that it's hard to tell the gritty, legit originators from the crass-yet-catchy opportunists. Sadly, Dreams isn't anywhere near inspired enough to distinguish itself as either.