The Wombats are as wry and infectious as ever, but either I’ve outgrown them or their overabundance of “woo woo”-backed hooks have begun to wear thin. Added keyboard flourishes and bigger production details (courtesy of big guns like Rich Costey, Eric Valentine, Jacknife Lee and Butch Walker)definitely bump up the rock and polish, but winky lyrics like, “Please allow me to be your anti-depressant, I too, am prescribed as freely as any decongestant” are gratingly clever. Singer Matthew Murphy and the boys still have a gift for making upbeat, unpretentious pop but I think a bit more guitar aggression and less sing-along cheekiness would have done them some good. (Bright Antenna/ILG/Warners)–Selina

 
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