This album does not aim for a single aesthetic. The jazz pop and AutoTuned vocals of "Fuck Hugh, Grant" contrast immediately with the IDM-flavored "There's a Griffin at the Door" and the fractured playfulness of "The Hippo on Campus." Although the bad puns end after the fourth track, the group's genre-bending continues with the hip-hop of "Denver Sky Light," where the Babys even seem to... More >>>