New Yorker Andrew Wyatt fronts the brainy, unsung rock band Fires of Rome. Swedes Pontus Winnberg and Christian Karlsson, a.k.a. Bloodshy & Avant, mastermind transatlantic smashes like Britney Spears’ “Toxic.” But here, the trio’s talents commingle easily in cotton-candy psychedelia that sticks plush electro effects where backward guitar solos and frilly paisley shirts would ordinarily hang. Both the production and Wyatt’s shape-shifting croon are so butter-smooth that it takes repeated plays to sense the hurt that hides behind these dance-floor lullabies. Hooky on the outside, bruised within, it’s club-pop for introverts.
