This Chicago band look fondly backward with more skill and restraint than the vast majority of revivalists, especially when they stick with enthusiastically straightforward updates of T. Rex (“Breakfast Score”) and John Lennon (“Get Your Shit Together”). Things go slightly south with wedged-in jokes (“Naked” sounds like a tossed-off tribute to Harry Nilsson’s “Coconut” — and maybe it is), but if you overlook those interruptions, there’s enough fuzzed-out fun (“Impossible View”) and tender, Shins-like classicism (“Tryin to Keep”) to transcend any retro trappings.
