At its best, especially on standout track “Julien,” the full-length debut from these playful Brooklyn rockers (and Wesleyan alumni) is exactly the sort of record that New York needs: urgent, fun, big, and bright. Yet while the group’s four years of constant gigging and sporadic recording has developed their studio instincts (the album’s full, floral sound is inescapable), Supper Club tries to cover too much ground — Built to Spill’s epic lo-fi charm, early 2000s dance punk, the charged-up melodic clamor of L.A.’s recent Smell scene. Bear Hands have a real spark; they just need to flaunt their own sound.
